I am almost done refining Whitefoot with Solar Energy. I will be done with an hour or two of work, which I will do as soon as I am done writing this. The actual nitty gritty on how it works is different, but its utility is exactly the same. Except maybe it will help if I ever need to heal a troll. The real benefit of this project is being able to use my full abilities when healing with Solar Energy.

Early this morning Tiddol received a letter from Par saying something about an issue he is having that only she can fix, something relating to alchemy. Maybe he or someone else important was poisoned? Whatever it is Tiddol is the best alchemist readily available, excluding the Scholars who both have some amazing alchemists in their numbers and are completely unwilling to assist us in this endeavor. It’s a shame, but what can you do.

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It isn’t clear how long she will be gone, the letter only had the barest details as usual. It is almost confirmed that people are intersecting these letters, in the letter Par said he sent five copies while only two arrived. One could be attributed to misfortune or some of the less sentient natives getting to the runners, two would be stretching it while three all but proves Par’s paranoia to be due caution.

Tiddol has already left, I made sure to say goodbye before she left. I hope she will be back soon. With everyone gone doing other things, I’ll get lonely. Everyone else here hangs onto my every word and practically worships me, and many of them I made with my own two hands. It’s draining dealing with that all the time.

When Azrezel gets home I am going to curl up and cuddle with him all day, well maybe do other stuff as well but I don’t think we will be leaving the privacy of our own room.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.