It is finally done, I have completely absorbed all of the knowledge I gained from Origin. It feels almost, empty, now that it’s gone. It’s sad, almost.

Now I move onto other projects.

My dad’s old partner, whose name I still haven’t learned, met with me today. He’s an older man, It’s rare that you see someone with a grey beard unless they either do not want immortality or are going for a certain look. Based on other things, I would guess the latter.

He wears what looks like a really fancy silk bathrobe, obviously magical in ways I have no way of knowing. He carries no obvious weapons, though from what little I know about combat I am sure he could kill me in a hundred different ways regardless.

He has a presence about him, not quite like the scholars but more like a teacher, like someone who knows their own craft so well as to render everything irrelevant. And based on the fact that he managed to punch a hole in a training dummy from across the field means that there is probably some truth to that.

He was very curious about me, and especially about my mother. I humored him both because he is an old friend of my fathers and the fact that even I can tell he’s good at what he does means that he is much better than I can imagine. Unfortunately, I didn’t get much of a chance to ask him anything.

Other than that progress with the undead brain creatures is going well. We have found approximately twelve changes that provide positive results, and nearly five hundred that don’t. Of course, of those twelve changes, three of them have been responsible for a quarter of our progress so far, all of our progress, since the start of this project. This was definitely the right path to take.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.