The Third Journal - "Damondir"

I've not know the man long really. He's tall, thick, and the only thing that would throw you off from him, being a meat-head is the fact he keeps his hair in order. Well, that and that he is a par above many in his mentality, from what I understand. Armored from head to toe at all times it seems; I don't know why. He might just feel paranoid, or like the way it fits him. Personally, I despise heavy armor.. But it isn't my call.

In most instances I run into him at the house and we have some idle chat. He or I are usually reading when we do. Actually, first time I met him he was one of the few people in the area that hadn't already known and formed an opinion of me, as he was just as new to The Shadow Blades as I was.. I think.

He doesn't like crowds, and had a hard time getting out of his shell. I remember at a dinner party for some occasion I have long forgotten, he was sitting off in another room whilst everyone else was chatting in the corner. I kept him company. He seemed appreciative of that, and I, sorry for him.

He's fallen quickly for the cook, Miyra. The one with the awful bull-like father that makes me sick to my stomach, but Miyra is really sweet and they are a good pair. When Miyra's dad abducted her, he came to me (of all people) for help tracking them down. I think Damondir considers me one of his friends amongst the blade's. I consider him one. I hope he and Miyra tie the knot for reasons beyond getting her away from her dad.

But overall, he is just an interesting fellow. I may want to learn more about him. He seems normal enough to have a few stomachable stories about himself. Then again, everyone has their secrets - I am certain he is included.