Iunie ninth 774
I was in the Sanctuary of the Coming Dawn resting when one by one broken and bleeding Outlanders came in by the front and side doors. They started to use Lizuca as their own private healer, if I were a simpler man I would have become angry, but I'm not simple. I sat and listened to what had befallen them.
They seem to have been attacked by a werewolf or a number of them, the number was never divulged, they simply talked about there being a werewolf and went out to combat it. I did not try to stop them in fear that they would think me a werewolf collaborator, which at this point I'm not sure if I am or not. Nature is neither good or evil, it just is.