My, that last entry ended abruptly. I imagine I was called away on some matter or another, but to be honest I do not entirely recall what it was. I have to admit, my thoughts have become rather scattered lately, and I’ve begun to feel a vague sense of dread about the state of our world. Ever since we went down into that cavern… But no, I must try to remain collected. I shall continue with my relation of events in their proper sequence, for if something at the very root of this land has truly gone awry, as I fear, this record of mine may potentially be of some importance in determining the nature of the malady.
Well, here I am again with the time to finally take up my pen and continue my chronicle. It’s been less than a week, and yet somehow it seems ages since I last had the opportunity to write. Of course, the days have been filled with many a task, and time does have a way of getting away from one and then piling up unexpectedly in such circumstances. But let me return to my recording of events lest I waste what little time I do have.
My last entry ended with us sheltering in the crumbling halls of a structure dedicated to the ancient Delian order, yet we wound up spending only a single night there. Thankful as we were for the shelter, we had much more desert to explore, and as it turned out, the next day was to bring us an unexpected meeting. We had been leaving careful signs of our progress, planning to meet up with Renbar and Vi with a fresh set of supplies, yet when we finally did catch sight of a supply caravan, we found it headed up by a lone Halfling instead.
As I write these lines, my compatriots and I rest quietly within the shelter of a structure straight out of legend. The place is an ancient ruin, a space which evidently functions as at once both a tomb and a gauntlet of trials for the uninitiated. It is a location that I read of once, an obscure hall previously thought no longer to exist, and yet here I sit scribbling away amidst its cold and long-lost corridors. Simply to be here, right now, is an experience of wonder. It seems a reaffirmation of all of my decisions to this point. The world is indeed a wondrous place, and it must be traversed to be known.
Ah, what wonders and magic abound in our world! What sights to see! What knowledge to uncover! We stand now, poised to depart once more into a land of mythical ruins and ancient secrets, in search of a mysterious tome that is itself the very stuff of legends. Why, I can hardly contain myself. But let me not get too carried away. I must endeavor as always to record all things in their proper sequence, even if only briefly, lest this journal become no more than a collection of enthusiastic ravings.
Ah, but the past few days have been a blur. Again, I find myself confronted with what seems an infinite shortage of hours in the day. I will endeavor, however, to touch upon some of the highlights of our recent journey, one that has, it seems, turned into more than we had originally bargained for. Yet for all that has changed, our current task remains constant: to care for these mysterious children until such time as we can turn them over into safe hands.
My word, but there seems no time for anything these days. Should anyone ever speak doubtfully of the difficulty of traveling while caring for a group of 12 young boys and girls, I can now assure them from personal experience that they know nothing of what they speak. At the moment, I have only enough time to jot down in brief what our journey has been like so far, though perhaps I can go into more detail later.
Well, looking back over the questions I had at the start of the day, I see now at its end that we are no closer to any answers. If anything, we seem only to have stumbled across more mysteries, and yet they are all so fascinating. Truly, I must strive to be steadfast in my chronicle here as I recount the events surrounding these new puzzles, for the slightest detail may perhaps prove to be of the greatest importance.