10th of June.

10th of June, 17xx

I had spent the last three days speaking to the other interviewees and Madosinites, learning their secrets. And unfortunately, no amount of **** will enable the discoveries to escape me. However, they all seemed to be pleasant and charming people. The kind that one would not have imagined to have such... indecencies.

But then they mentioned the one other person, who did not share their... sexual tendencies. A Mr. Hercule Chloros. A lumberjack who lives alone by the border of the commune. Intrigued by this outlier, I went to visit him today, hoping that he could share his insight as to why he chose not to engage in their practices, yet still remain within this commune.

The journey to find him was not long, nor difficult. All I had to do was look for the part of the horizon that suddenly became clear. The loud yelling and crashing noises helped as well. Following them, I came upon a clearing, with a logging camp set up, and a few men going about their duties. One of them noticed my approach and asked me what my business was. I told him, and he bade me wait in the camp, before going off to find Mr. Chloros.

A few minutes later, he returned with a shortish but well built coppery-skinned man. He was wiping away sweat and muck with his shirt, while carrying a great Axe over his shoulder. His beard was cut close to his chin and his neck-length dark hair was tied tightly close to his head. "Who are you? And why you look for me?" he grunted, frowning at me, annoyance plain in his voice.

"My name is Devon McKay, Mr. Chloros. And I was hoping for some of your time to ask you a few questions about how you find life in Madosin," I replied.

His face scrunched up and his nostrils flared. He took in a quick breath, but then turned, coughed, and spat onto the ground. "Life here fine. Do good work, get paid, buy food, get left alone. No complaints."

I was taken aback at how to the point he was. "I see. And how do you find your fellow Madosinites?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, and put his Axe down in front of himself. "They're alright. Don't get in way. Don't cause trouble for me, I don't cause trouble for them."

"Hm... and speaking of causing trouble for others, does the openness of their... sexual practices bother you at all?"

"...No."

"And... from what I've heard, you are not... like them. By that I mean, that you don't... partake of the activities?"

"...Yes."

"Is... there any particular reason why?"