Dear Diary,
I am not entirely sure how I came to be here, only that I was sent to some sort of nobleman baby training school. I cannot exactly blame the Goddess Pheme for sending us here, as at first blush many of the hyur seem to be in desperate need of good manners.

Some of them even spit. Don't they know that can spread disease? Irritatingly, I do seem to be without my book, ink, and quill. Thus, I am without any of my carbuncles. I am glad to report that there have not been any changes that would require the use of them, however.

But more importantly: I CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE CURRENCY SYSTEM HERE. Did she not think of that at all when she blinked a whole star into existence? And the taxes... how do any of them handle taxes here? Something tells me I may be spending much of my time in the academic quarter, trying to figure this out. Or perhaps sending a request to Pheme herself...

In any case, I have met at least one helpful Hyur here, a man by the name of Luis. Here is hoping I meet many more helpful people as I carry on.

My butler is calling me, I must be off.