Perhaps I should tell my story from the start, but it would be too lenghty, and this is a journal, not a book. As so, I will start from the recent events.
One week ago, or some more days, I was in Eltabbar, before being sent to Kortuga, to serve the Enclave Outpost in there.

My previous Mistress, Dalena, a late Wizard's wife was old and ill, after owning me for around 20 years, she would be around 60 years old now. The kind woman, after using me -- in all ways that can be imagined -- for a long time, decided to sell me, her drow slave, to the Thayan Wizards, seeing that she would make a small but considerable profit, or that was what she mentioned to me, since she did not have any more use for me, her slave, that she called "Lochar".

I learned then, when she closed the deal, that I was sold for a mere 2000 coins, which could be considered a lot to a slave, but the old Mistress was not as wealthy as when she bought me, and desperately needed some coins, or she would have to sell her house. A Red Wizard named Koraq, a bald, tall man, with merciless eyes, as all the other Wizards I've seen around Thay, whom I had to kneel and call Master right after being sold.
He led me to the Enclave, to give me basic instructions on how their slaves should behave, it was a briefing, for I would be sent somewhere else, to Haven.
The man instructed me to seek the Mistress Hilden upon my arrival, in Kortuga. He advised me to bring whatever armor I had, for the sea travel could be dangerous. I did so, gathering my old leather armor and saying goodbye to my old Mistress.

They told me I would be "shipped off" to Sharessia, and the Wizard was to follow me, to ensure their slave would be delivered. After about a week of traveling in the seas, which made me very, very sick, not to mention the disgusted eyes of the other passengers, when looking down at me, a Thayan slave.

Luckily, the travel was calm, and after a week, I arrived in Haven, in the port of Sharessia. The Wizard Koraq told me to seek the bath house and clean myself before presenting to the Enclave, for they would not like a filthy slave, smelling after days of sea travel. The man paid my travels to Kortuga and rushed off to board the ship, to return to Eltabbar, not before he warned me to be a good slave, or they would not have mercy and most likely kill me, for being useless. His words sent shivers down my spine, for I was not treated so harshly by my old Mistress, and I had only but a nod for him, as I watched my "guide" to Haven disappear into the ship.

The bath house was big, although empty at the early morning time I arrived, and I cleaned off my ebony skin, thinking of what Eilistraee has set in my path, and about my not so pleasing fate. I did not take long in the bath, for it would surely get me in trouble. I collected my clothes and set out to Kortuga, noticing that Sharessia had a lot of
curious looking people, and the island, or archipelago, whatever they called it, was warm. Upon arriving in Kortuga, it was already noon, the placed looked not so welcoming as Sharessia, looking around, I easily spotted the Enclave, a towering building at the left of the port, and strong gates protecting it. I entered to find a beige colored building,
with a fountain by the entrance, purple curtains decorating the walls, fireplaces, statues at the corner. Carpets, some plants... much like a Thayan building I've seen before.

I sought this Mistress Hilden, and she was a beautiful, powerful looking Red Wizard, the woman showed me the way to the basements, where my new life began, and I was inspected, she seemed to be content that I was well taken care of. By the time everything was done, it was already evening. She told me I should get my uniform tomorrow morning, and showed me the pens, where the other slaves, whom I should address as brothers and sisters slept. And then went to her own room upstairs.

It seems I was going to sleep in a pen from now on, a pen, I say! After 20 years sharing the luxurious bed of my old Mistress, I had to sleep like a dog, or some wild animal... I pretended not to care and laid down in the pen, where my sisters and brothers sleep as well, and tried my best to enter my reverie, though it was not so peaceful, and shortly fell asleep, to try and get some rest.