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I've always been an organized person. From the moment I became a man, I've kept rules in place to prevent untimely things from happening to me, as well as the company I keep. This all seems to have fallen apart the moment I found myself dispatched to Mandelein with a rather unsightly group of people. My company was... interesting to say the least. A tarlonese suunei, and a rural one to boot from the swamps of Qari'muuna seemed to be entangled in a relationship, which I found particularly interesting to observe given that it seemed inherently unhealthy. Jealousy abound from one side, and a lack of understanding from the other, alas, they clinged to each other all the same. It proved ample entertainment throughout the mission. Then there was the rest of the group. Then there was a foreigner. A shy thing, very reserved with plenty of secrets that she was very unwilling to share. I never bothered to probe. Of course, there was Jamboi. A rather consistent thorn in my brain, though one I was growing fond of having around. For as ever gross as he was, something about him told me he knew more than he let on. Like he could... see more than others? A drudgunzean couple as well, though I could definitely sense something strange. It seemed as if every pairing of students among the groups was strange, but perhaps it was because I had never attempted to engage in such things as love, at least not yet. A strange alchemist and a quiet lad with eyes as red as blood were also to boot, but there wasn't much to be had about those.

Although most of this mission, I had been lounging around the inn we had been staying at, observing both my 'comrades' and the foreigners we found along the group, when the town had fell victim to a seemingly never-ending army of Wildbloods, I was called to action. I happened to be with that accursed nun, and the quiet lad. My first instinct, would be of course, to run away from the conflict to preserve my being, but having spent time observing this woman, she would have rather cut me down than an enemy if I had engaged in such a play. So, I stayed and fought, placing my life on the line for this pointless cause. We held in a church, alongside a priest who gave us aid. More and more of them came, until there was one that seemed to hold more humanity than the others. It directed them, and I thought that it may be the end. Alas, we continued to hold, and I bled for the first time in many years, pushing my skills to the brink. One was taken down by a spell from the quiet lad that seemed to eliminate the wolf from existence, and it made me shudder. Shortly after, a priest came in and dispatched them all, falling to the ground in a pool of blood. 

Now, we sit here, healing him and waiting for the next swarm. Truth be told, I believe I am shaken. It is not only men and women that are being transformed, but also children. Perhaps I could dispatch one of these beings, but I feel greatly ill at the mere thought of dispatching children. Something is telling me that I'm not as strong as I think I am, and I'm beginning to believe that voice ever so slightly. Self doubt is a step towards defeat, I learned that before I came to this academy, but I fail to understand how blood comes to these students so easily. 

I must be brave, lest I meet the same fate as these unfortunate souls.