I found this blank book just laying in the snow. It seemed a like a waste to just leave it there so... I took it. Aw well, that's the life of a no good dirty rotten stinkin' little thief! You take what you can get.
Because I am going to be keeping a record of all my... adventures... I will have to find a good place to hide this to make sure I'm never ratted out.
I'm not plain cruel, like some thieves though. I have a code! The Code of The Rouge! (Which I'm forbidden to write down, so I can't exactly prove it...) Any way, It's pretty high near the top of the Code not to take from those who are just as poor or worse off than you, and I never take things just to be takin' 'em! Just the esentials! Food, medicines, the occasional shiney trinket. Occasional!
I need to wrap this entry up and go nick some more ink, I'm almost out. And yes, ink is an esential of journal keeping! Well, wish me luck!
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You accidentally stumble upon the entrance to what seems to be a large hole hidden in a big rock. After a closer inspection you see signs of someone living here. A heap of rags in the corner that could be a bed, a crack in the wall with bits of food in it, and a small, beat up looking book bound in brown cloth. You bend down to look at it and realise it's a journal. Out of sheer curiosity you begin flicking through the pages, hoping the person who wrote it won't be coming back anytime soon, you can'y help remembering that old saying.... "Curiosity killed the cat."