I have not done well in keeping to my entries, for this land has kept me on my toes. In fact, I do not believe I have made an entry since arriving here. Though I wish not to transcribe all the moments since my arrival, I'll just write what comes to mind, and see where that takes me.
Since arriving here, I've managed to make many friends. Boris was one of the first, though his presence has been lacking lately. I've not seen the dwarf in a week's time, and that is most unlike him. I do worry for him, something I thought I'd never do for a dwarf. Though, Boris grew on me, and I learned to trust him. Him, and his face, as he charged into battle. I can only pray that he has somehow found a way out of this world. Yes, that's what happened. He found a way out.
Mick is an interesting human, though he seems to not fear death to a fault. He wanders outside the safety of the temple at night. Then again, the temple isn't necessarily that safe either. Not lately. But I digress, Mick thinks with his greatsword and not his head. He seems near emotionless at times, but he's a good sword to have around.
Amhas. Amhas was the first to show me any sort of generosity (or was it pity?) upon my arrival. He offered me a bow that his lover once owned. He thought her dead, and wished it to get some use. The next time I saw him, however, he was happily standing next to his love. She had apparently not died at all. I offered the bow back, but both he and she insisted that I keep it. A good man.
"Knife" as she wishes I would call her. I won't write her name here, in the event that I lose this journal and someone reads it (and if you are reading this right now, could you please return my journal to me? I would appreciate that). A very mysterious woman. Very mysterious, but she, too, has been extremely kind to me, often stealing me away from wherever I am for drinks at the Lady's Resting Place. She has made it very clear to me that something troubles her. I worry for her, I do, but she is a strong woman. I know that if my help can ever be used, she would ask for it. I hope.
Kellindrea. She has been most kind to me as well, though I have only met her acquaintance twice now. However, she has helped me greatly in one of my latest endeavors. An endeavor that I most definitely could not embark on by myself. She has taught me many things about the art. She's not bad on the eyes, either!
Ingwulf. Or as I call him, Wulf. This man is very interesting. He speaks a lot about Jotens and Odin, things that are very well known from where he is from, although I can't recall the name of the place. Regardless, he has quickly become a good friend of mine. We ventured down into the beetle's lair the other day. He had unfortunatelly fell to a horde of beetles in the hive mothers' room. After tactfully dispensing of them (which, by the way, took a lot out of me!), I was able to drag his corpse all the way back into the temple. There, Merielle helped me bring him to life. Wulf has a big heart, and a shield to match its size.
Merielle. She seems to get lost in her own mind a lot, but she has a heart of gold. She's always willing to lend a hand to help, no matter what. There's really not much else to say. She's an all around good person.
Celor is one that I don't know much about just yet, but he's helped me out a few times. He's strictly advised me to stay inside during the night hours, and not just to stay away from the were-creatures. Something happened a few nights ago involving a drow. Her red eyes are still fresh in my mind; a thought I doubt I'll ever escape. He obviously has my best interest in mind. I think.
For now I will close these pages, in hopes that my pen soon stains them with its ink not far from now. I should not neglect writing as I have recently done so. T'is good for one to reflect, much as I have done now.
