After filling several hundred words with a flourish, Karin put down his notebook. At the same time, he carefully tucked the letter he had just received from Liadrin into his pocket.
Writing in his diary every night before bed was a habit he had developed over many years, without exception. Only today...
He was thinking about a few things when his grip loosened slightly. He failed to hold on, and the notebook flew toward the door on its own.
A short figure darted out from the doorway, and the notebook dropped neatly into his hands.
"Khadgar!" Karin shouted angrily.
"Haha!" A mischievous grin appeared on Khadgar's face. "I finally got my hands on this thing of yours, Karin. Let's see what secrets you've hidden inside!"
"That isn't something you should be reading!" Karin warned angrily.
"Heh, don't try to scare me, Karin. I'm not that easily frightened..." Unfortunately, the other boy paid no attention to his warning and opened the notebook without hesitation.
Then, as he looked at its contents, Khadgar's expression suddenly turned strange.
"Khadgar!"
"What kind of writing is this?" He frowned. "It looks so bizarre..."
Karin strode over and snatched the notebook back.
"Elven writing!"
"Don't lie to me!" Khadgar shook his head outright. "It's not as though I've never read books in the original High Elf language. Their writing looks nothing like this... it isn't Dwarven writing, or Gnomish writing, or even Troll writing... damn it, why can't I read a single word?"
It would be stranger if you could... Karin sneered inwardly. He reckoned that if he got lucky one day and met a few Pandaren, there might just be an extremely slim chance that they could understand what was written here.
"I thought it was something good, but it's just a bunch of jumbled