Azazor's logbook
[s]Meet Barmie and learn more about the Old Lands[s]
[s]Finish my training as a butcher of the kitins' nests[s]
Now I have to be on good terms with all the tribes of Kamist allegiance. I don't know if it will be of any use over there. The Kamis seem unable to bring the dead back to life in these far-off lands. Or maybe they only reserve it for the most deserving. That's why I prefer to leave knowing that I will have done everything to make myself look good to them. You never know. Besides, there is always to be learned rubbing shoulders with other tribes.
The only ones left are the mysterious Gibads, whose camp I discovered recently in the Void area, and the Beachcombers. It's not going to be easy with the latter, it's a pain to access their camp and they are particularly suspicious. It's already been a true ordeal before I managed to get them to give me delivery missions. Of course, these deliveries are made in the Enchanted Islands area. Talk about an enchantment!
Oh yes, the Hamazans of the Dead Seed are left, too. But I think I'll do without their sympathy. At least they don't show any intention to kill me when I approach their camp... and I don't either. That's already much to ask me.
What else? What else am I forgetting?
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Wixarika. Did I properly complete your training, my ardent li'l Fyrossa? Will you be able to replace me when I will be away? And the CEK, what will become of them? Sure, I trust them to continue the research, track down the white kitins' domes and finalize the map of the their nests. But I can't help but feel that I'm failing them.
The closer we get to the departure date, the more doubts I have. But that's how it is. I always asked myself so many questions. And so few answers in return…