Hello, to all who may be reading this. My name is Robert Evan, and I am a scholar at Obsidian Tower University. I specialize in research about the mysterious race known as the Graywalkers. I’m preparing an expedition into the homeland of the Graywalkers, known as the Graylands, and during this expedition, I intend to record my experience in this journal for possible future publication, as many others have done before.

Now, let me provide a brief explanation of how this expedition came to be. It was early in the year when I was approached by a wealthy businessman from Hoxly, a man by the name of Gibber. He was exceptionally elderly, yet still exuded the charisma of someone who had built a considerable fortune in the textile industry. Gibber sought out an expert willing to lead an expedition into the perilous Graylands, and that’s when he came to me.

The purpose of the expedition was to retrieve the mysterious gray flowers. An exceptionally rare and key ingredient in the production of life-extending potions. This was an alchemical ingredient that was traded regularly with the Graywalkers thousands of years ago, before the foolish king Frederick killed one of the Graywalkers.

I swear, if I could go back in time, I would strangle Frederick with my own two hands. That fool killed a Greywalker, convinced that consuming its heart would grant him immortality. How he came up with such a revolting idea, I will never understand. Yet, I find some grim satisfaction in the fact that Frederick discovered firsthand that consuming Greywalker organs is very lethal. Still, I will never forgive him! His reckless actions caused the Graywalkers to retreat deep into the Graylands, where they have almost never been seen since. This has made the task of acquiring Gray flowers infinitely more challenging and has made my work as a scholar of Graywalkers exceedingly difficult.

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There are just too few sources of information about the Greywalker to properly understand them. The records of human interaction with them are sparse, and the conversation with the giant that interacted with Graywalkers is unhelpful. The only thing the Giant sages say about the Graywalkers is: “They are not ones to be known or understood.”

Oh, dear. Now, reading this, I seem to have trailed off on another tangent. (Remove rant about Fredrick before publishing)

When Gibber explained that he wanted to acquire Gray flowers, it wasn’t difficult to understand his motive. One look at his deeply wrinkled face and white hair told the story. Although he never explicitly said so, I suspected that he was grappling with age-related health issues and was likely seeking to create life-extending potions to counteract some of those conditions.

Under ordinary circumstances, I’m not sure I would have accepted Gibber's proposal to lead an expedition into the Graylands. The place is exceptionally dangerous, and those who venture there sometimes disappear without a trace. However, my scholarly curiosity was ignited by the prospect. The chance to explore the Graylands, to witness firsthand the environment where the Graywalkers live, and to deepen my understanding of these mysterious creatures was simply too tempting to resist. The substantial fortune Gibber offered for each Gray flower we brought back also sweetened the deal. Just one flower would be enough for me to live in luxury for the rest of my days. (Remove that last part about the money)

I ultimately agreed without hesitation, and the following weeks and months will be spent collaborating closely with Gibber to assemble a team and secure the necessary supplies for the expedition. The preparations will be extensive, with every detail meticulously planned to ensure the success of our venture into the Graylands.