Today I made about as much progress on PIpeweed as I expected to make, slightly more actually.

I met a man named Eric today. It was weird’ I’ve never met someone with a name so close to mine. Eric is a labour that was born and raised in pearlhold, and only recently moved here. He was a very conventionally attractive lesser angel, tall with flowing golden locks of hair and a toned body. And he was obviously uncomfortable around me, which is understandable given my position.

It was just really weird to meet someone with a name so close to my own so I was curious. Apparently, Eric and Erica were really popular baby names half a century ago in this area, but not so much today.

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There is this story about a hero of the people named Eric, no clue whether it is just a story or actually happened, he was a warrior poet that went around killing violent creatures, hunting down bandits, seducing anyone he can get to listen to him for more than a minute, and getting the people to adore him all the while. He was definitely a beast, by most accounts he was a satyr, though some accounts say otherwise.

The more stories I hear about this hero of the people, this satyr named Eric the more he reminds me of someone. Everything I heard about him doing I could easily see my father doing, and I distinctly remember him telling me about how he changed his name shortly after meeting my mother, if I remember right his original name was Eric.

It might be a total coincidence, but a lot of things line up right, and honestly, I would rather remember my dad as a hero.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.