Ingred's Journal Entry 5: Unexpected Introductions

''The paper here is spotted with sweat and it's text is written in a flustered manner, some of which is crossed out but still legible. It appears the pages had been torn out of the journal, crumpled up, but ultimately taped back in place. All is in goblin aside from the name Marisol, which has been underlined and written in bold letters. ''

Marisol:
My what a terribly stuck up brat

prick

witch

A rude woman. What a rude woman. I'm not going to lie, I really dislike her. The AUDACITY she has to just insult the party really makes my blood boil. Short. HAh! Short! No dUH I'm short! At least come up with a better insult, you twisted, creepy daughter of a whore.

No, no Ingred, don't stoop to her level. You're better than that. You may have been beaten at your own game but... but. Damn. How in Jonsen's name am I going to be able to compete with a cleric, of all things? Stupid. It's stupid. I'm... I'm... Angry. I'm Angry. Upset, humiliated! With all those people watching! How did she win that fight, why did her little nicks bleed so damn much?? I don't think I'll get any rest tonight without some answers... and... and... how dare she cast magic on me. I don't need her egotistical pity. Disgusting. I wish I'd tipped my sabres in foxglove. Or poison oak. Would've wiped that pompous smile off her face.

Shit. Gods fucking damn it. I'll be useless in this group if there's a healer. Why would anyone want my help if they can just be patched up by the elf! What the hell am I going to do now??

Seipora/Group:
The others didn't even seem to care all that much. And to add insult to the cleric's previous insult they just HAD to bring up my poisoning again. Those bastards. Laugh at me, will they? Keep it up and I'll show them. You don't mess with the apothecary's daughter.

At least Seipora didn't make fun of me. Although to be honest if she had I wouldn't have minded so much. I think she needs a good laugh. It was nice to bond with her, if only for a bit. Her sandwich was pretty good. I'm not usually a fan of cheesy foods but it was a nice change from my typical breakfast. I have yet to find a tea that goes well with cheese. Hm.

Supplement: I think I will try to talk with Anthos about what happened. I know it's late, but I just can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about that fight. He's the last person I want to confide in (well, perhaps the second-to-last, now), but from what I've gleaned he seems to know a lot about fighting. And the supernatural. Plus if what he said about being 10,000 years old is at all true, then he might know something about the odd bleeding that occured to Marisol's dagger. Maybe he can give me some answers...