January 2, 3288 We watched the yellow one today. We have yet to fully record our observations of the creature. The body is the same shape as always; fitting into shirts and leggings without struggle. The face is pulled into a point; the eyes are sunken and irised with crimson. The head is adorned with flesh-petals and feathers, and from their teeth I suspect them to be carnivorous. There are scales. Once, we observed their tongue to be forked. There is a tail; less dexterous than our own. We see no sign of parent species. Frogg, perhaps? Or is it all new? I could know. I could see through their eyes, borrowed momentarily or picked from my orchid. I could learn, and I could grow. But I am not so selfish now. The living need themselves, and I would not rob them of this. — A woman of the tavern asked for the bodies of the tormet. We do not know why for certain; but we have suspicions. We would have done as she asked– she was kind– but the others had already disposed of the corpses. Goss, one of the council, attempted to establish dominion instead; I answer to no-one but myself.