Ice Bear Journal

It's funny how I still find myself writing here. Father always told me a warrior's mind is his sharpest and most reliable weapon, the practical encyclopedia of beasts I have pages on would merit him as true. Yet despite his absence I find myself taking notes even on the mundane out of force of habit. The mortal world is still a rather interesting place, despite it's apparent simplicity it's never a surprise to find what sort of skills and abilities I find among the normal people. I'd been trying to keep a fairly low profile upon arriving in this new city but something always attracts those who would call themselves champions. The group seemed quite eclectic with a girl who seemingly could stretch herself as though she were rubber, another who somehow could learn and mimic abilities of anyone she touched, but there were three that caught my attention. The first was a strange plant girl who calls herself alarune. She's a lot like the dryads I used to face with father but she's far less deceitful, at least for now, he skills seemed almost limitless in their potential, reminds me of yggdrassil so I started calling her Iggy. This rather plain fellow named Dominik seems remarkably strong, something tells me there's a great power sleeping inside him, the force of his blows we're comparable to father when he loses his temper, yet his demeanor remained calm, I may yet learn more control here than I realized. the other who drew my curiosity was this rather frail looking lad? Lady? It was pretty hard to tell honestly. Despite the fact they didn't show any mark of strength or skill, they clearly have a strong heart and desire to be something more.
But this whole situation wasn't all good... Spectre as (she/he/it?) goes by they just had to come to the restaurant that night.... Why did they have to see me at work?? What would father say? He never did any more than flame kiss the limbs of beasts we hunted. He'd never accept the interest I have in culinary arts. I just wish I could show him that some chefs are as skilled with blades as any warrior we've faced? The cacophony of sounds and leers as the crowd watches you prepare the meal.. it's no less distracting than the heat of Battle. I truly hope Spectre stays silent.... I'd hate to have to take their head....
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