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3rd Month of Awakening, Chesmuth, Lamadon:

In any case, back to my main observation: devotion to secrecy. After leaving BIllingdon to a moderate-sized town of Chesmuth, Meip took me to his school of the arcane arts; apparently its location is supposed to be secret, though this was not made clear to me at the time. He introduced me to several of his mentors, notably Master Incandis (an arcane channeler apparently favored of fire elemental channeling) and Master Arlynd (sage). Neither we particularly useful in determining facts about my origins: Incandis seemed perplexed or possibly pre- occupied while Arlynd seemed overly concerned about my origins. Apparently, the language of my creators is "Netherese," associated with the "Netheril Empire" (though neither of those terms have meaning to me) and that arcane channelers of this time period are perturbed or affected by this language/culture. Neither particularly encouraged me to continue in my search. I suspect both have some sort of secret reason not to share further information with me, though I cannot fathom a reason. This was my first example of a penchant for secrecy.

(Tangent: Incandis mentioned that if I were to happen upon any others of my kind with talents in machine maintenance, that he has a friend in "Latan" who would be interested. End Tangent)

In any case, I was able to fabricate some oils of self-repair during Meip's studies. When we once again gathered with the others, we were accosted by some Elemental Embodiments (Type IV, Steam, Physical) ("memphits") who apparently had issue with Meip and Meip's instructors. This caused quite a stir in the marketplace; an ass severely damaged my plating before the ruckus was stopped. Meip and the others were taken away to be tried; I was put in the "Confiscated Property Room."

(Tangent: The majority of humanoids I encounter seem perplexed by (or outright refuse to accept) my sentience despite constant statements by myself to the contrary. The most common assumption is that I am the servant of Meip, a patently false claim. I have no doubt that sentient constructs were not an uncommon sight during the time of my creators; apparently the secrets to the fabrication of my kind have been lost. End Tangent)

As I was not present for the trial, I cannot state what precisely happened. During this time, I examined the items in the locker; I am naturally curious about such things (and no one seemed to be concerned---the guards were occupied with some discussion of equine recreational activities). From what I have put together, there was some visit by members of Meip's (supposedly secret) chantry (which, according to Evas, is also a boot manufactory). There was some missunderstanding between Evas, Meip, and these members which, as far as I can tell, boils down to the fact that Evas, Meip, and the chantry have conflicting sets of secrets. This seemed to have caused emotional distress in Evas and Meip, though I still cannot fathom the nature of the worry.

In any case, we have decided to follow some pilgrims to a shrine to one of their incarnations of faith. Perhaps there will be more interesting finds there.

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