March 1369 DR (776 BC)
I saw a murder.
I heard a horrible scream and saw a gush of blood. The victim fell lifeless and a beast of a man stepped into view. His armor was magnificent and his sword might have weighed more than I do. I had been looking for herbs and the farm northwest of Vallaki just came into view. The suddenness and senselessness of the death was shocking and the longer I spend in this place, the more I fear my own death will be as such. I ran back to Vallaki for my life.
It was just as shocking to see the murderer again on the outskirts. He ducked into Lathander's temple and I found him sitting there, waiting. Despite the risk, curiosity drew me to the murderer. He would not speak to me but the why of it still gnaws at me.
Why would Master Scribblewinks show me this? Does he know what I did? Am I supposed to apologize, is that the trick to ending this illusionary world of his? Everything here is so macabre, it is so unlike him. Is the imagery of this world my own, then? Soliphism? My robes are getting dirty and I am afraid.