As the short blood elf walked from the small room she had been given to stay in, she found a merchant standing in the corner of the Inn. "May I interest you in some goods, mi'lady?" He asked in a thick husky voice. For a second Donika stood there and wondered what he could possibly have that could interest her. "I have a nice bag here for 9 gold"

She snickered before shaking her head. "I barely have three silver, old man" Still snickering, she headed out to find her trainer.
"Wait! I have a journal. All magic folk need journals. Your life and spells go in it!" The merchant explained disparately to catch her attention. Donika stopped in her tracks, musing the idea of a journal over in her head.
With a small sigh she turned around and walked back to the scruffy old man. This time, she seemed to notice more about him. He was old, very old. His face was covered by a blue mask. His clothes were tattered and torn mix-match pieces of materiel. His pants had enough dirt on them they could be used to grow a garden. He was missing a shoe…..

'I really don't think this is a good idea.' She thought to herself while staring at him, still trying to find a clue to what race he was. "If this is some kind of trick or you are selling me junk, I will hunt you down and summon demons to gnaw on you slowly, picking you apart for days without killing you."
The man gave a same shudder before grabbing the book out from his coat pocket. "No trickery! I promise! Just an old diary for 2 silver."
Donika snatched the leather bound book out of his hand. It was old, the leather was faded and torn in spots. One could tell a few pages had been torn out. "1 silver and you get to live." She stated venomously before grabbing a silver coin out from her side pouch and tossing it at him.
He bowed and chuckled,"good doing business with you."

Hours later after receiving a few quest from people around Sunstrider Isle,Donika decided to sit and rest. "What should I write about?" She asked the small imp standing next to her. "Your horrors of the day." he muttered grudgingly. "Be gone with you" She spat his dismissal while laying the book in her lap and staring at the blank page. "I guess its a place to start…"She thought before puling out her quill and a small bottle of ink.

The 22nd of the Great Cold I went on my first quests today. They were simple and to be honest, I was kinda insulted. To they really think I am not capable of more? Well, if they didn't, I showed them. I have been working hard to prove myself and I believe it will pay off.
I'm not too sure about my imp though. He is helpful, sure; but I don't think he has what it takes to work along side me. I need someone ruthless and cunning. This creature is almost pathetic and it could cost me dearly. Regardless, I will get rid of him soon and find a suitable replacement. As for my spells, I am very proud to say I learned how to send a shadow bolt which I am not fascinated with. However, I have to say my favorite spell is to drain the life out of my victims. It gives me this warm, almost cozy feeling inside that I just can't describe. Every time I cast it, I can't help but to smile. I think I went a little overboard killing Dragonhawks and skinning them….. I have learned to skin and to collect herbs. I found this is rather useful in my adventures because I am in need of making a good amount of money. After I have made enough, I can switch professions and start tailoring. I think I would like that. Anyways, I guess that is all for now. I can't believe I actually started writing this….
Alright, thats it. Well I guess I will write again when I have done something else interesting.

-Donika Mornar

She let out a small sigh as she stared at her writing on the page. "This is stupid…"