Mordred's a-bored and Mordred's a-hungry.

Anyone have ideas for sommat to be doing?

I'm supposed to be getting a job at some point. Thinking mayhaps the butcher's shop, or sai Lovett's pie place.

Get lots o' scraps either way, and Mordred's always hungry.

Bedamn wings hurt when they came in! And now that my memories are back, I rather wish they'd stayed gone.

Ah, well. There will be water if God wills it, such is ka. Or so said White Daddy.

What is this place? Who left this journal here?

And by the Red, who am I?

I know that I be a-hungry, and so thin I'm lucky to be alive. I know that I hurt all across my shoulders. I know that I'm not anywhere that I have ever been. But I know nothing more, say true.

Do you know, Sai Journal?