Journal Entry 1st day of the Fifth Moon, 76th year of the Age of Kings
Our expedition has gotten off to a good start and I feel myself relaxing the farther from the city we get. While the countryside has little appeal to me, the lack of spying eyes allows me to drop my guard. My companions are useful in this regard as well. Olly’s presence has gone a long way to allowing me to sleep well at night. I may not trust the others as yet, but they seem to be decent folk, and show no signs of knowing who I am. The noble I’m not so sure of, however.
I write now as we settle for camp, using this tome the High Priestess gave us as cover in case he tries to read it. Better to not let him know that I keep a record of my travels if at all possible. He seems taciturn and aloof, even when telling his story. I fear that he would turn me in, or simply kill me himself, were he to learn of my crimes. No, better that he remain ignorant. He will leave this group soon in either case, if my guess is correct.
As for the tome, it makes for interesting reading. The history of this Midsun Sanctum is a blood filled one, with many woes embedded in its walls. I find it unsurprising that the superstitious account it haunted. In earlier times I suspect it may well have been.
I head now to sleep, for I have taken the late watch. I think better in the early hours, in any case. Perhaps I could find some way out of this mess I have landed myself in. It has never happened before, but perhaps today is different.
Journal Entry 2nd day of the Fifth Moon, 76th year of the Age of Kings
We have cleared the Sanctum, or are near to it at least. As I suspected it was the work of bandits, though particularly cowardly ones. The same can not be said for the leader of the bandits, who insisted on fighting when all of his men had laid down their arms.
On that note I must confess that I was surprised. Not by the men surrendering, but by my companion, Gulch. Where usually he is soft spoken and monotone, today he was what I can only describe as intense. It is like he becomes a different man when faced with the dangers of combat; angry and focused in a way I can safely say I have never experienced. I fear that there is much that hides beneath the elf’s placid surface and that it would be dangerous to rouse him, or trust him.
It vexes me, I must admit, that I must judge all of my companions so. Except for Olly, I do not know who to trust and even here, far away from those who chase me, I cannot bring myself to do so with the others. Perhaps it is for the best. If they were to learn of my crimes they would surely hand me over to the Baron. He would likely pay well, given the way his men have hounded me across the Empire. No, better to trust no one, make enough money to see myself to the next city and then try to hide.
But I digress, the Sanctum has been cleared and if what our captives say is true, the Mason who sent us here has attempted to use us as a means to cover his tracks. The bandit has claimed that he asked to be burned and then set free with some of the loot from this place, though I know not why they accepted such a request. Then again, these people do not seem to be particularly intelligent. At least they did not kill the members of the precious expedition, and we have found numerous books and trinkets we can bring back with us. I use one of these again as cover. It is easier to pretend reading than it is to disguise writing, though this low light makes it difficult.
As of now we are in debate amongst ourselves on whether to execute the captives or to release them. Indeed, I hear Gulch and Olly arguing over it once again. That would be my cue to interject. I admit, murder in cold blood such as this strikes me the wrong way, despite what these people have done.