[A sound emerges first before any voice, almost as though somebody is...prodding something, maybe?  And then a light gasp, quickly covered up.]

Okay, looks like this is working now.  I didn't exactly *plan* to be spending my birthday on some island that's apparently no where *near* Ylisse, but then, my plan was much less interesting!

Here I am, dropped into a world-

[The sound of scribbling notes, apparently not in the journal as they don't appear.  Owain's managed to procure another few slips of paper, and he's not sure how writing and speaking into his journal will function at the same time, so for now he's playing it safe.]

-but at least it seems like it should be an adventure!  And smack in the middle of a carnival no less, having washed up on a beach with just this book and the clothes on my back, but I could see the fireworks from there.

Anyway, I've been told other people can hear this-is anybody from home here, maybe? Or, if not anybody from home, anyone else interested in taking on one of the greatest swordsmen to ever visit this realm or others?  If I'm here, I need to find a way home, else my dream of finding Mystletainn-

[One could practically hear the capital letter, the reverence with which Owain uttered the sword's name.]

-will never be realized.

[He'd very seriously considered what to say, words chosen carefully, and as anyone from Ylisse would note, without (much) in the way of his dramatics.  Better not to scare off any potential crew.  Yet.]