5/24/1802
I had to pass supervision to someone else. It's too hot. I don't know how I'm going to deal with the summers here.
If anyone I know is planning on moving here, I'll give them a list of reasons not to. Too hot. The cult is another good reason.
5/25/1802
I've always loved the ocean. I rarely got to see it as a child; Numia was far from the coast, surrounded by trees... but if my family was feeling nice, we'd go see the sea, ha.
Now I live in a seaside town. Not a good seaside town, but a seaside town nonetheless.
It's a shame that I have to supervise construction. Now all I want to do is sit at the docks...
5/26/1802
Today I found out that the legal drinking age in Galsran is 16. I could definitely do something with that knowledge.
Not today, though. No one wants a drunk person supervising construction... that could go downhill fast.
5/27/1802
Construction is halfway done. I can't wait for it to be completely done so I don't have to watch it anymore.
There's a forest right on the edge of town. There's a lot of superstition around that forest. People like to go in there at night and freak out when an animal wakes up and jumps at them. They're idiots.
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Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin
General FictionShort, simple writings from the journal of Nathaniel Ottin, an architect from the small town of Galsran.