Journal Entry Five
"Found Out"
The crypts of Fort Vehl were eerie, though not uncomfortable. To be in the dark was a relief for my eyes. It would take awhile for me to adapt. I happen to come across a pair of adventures wandering through the crypts, A wizard of sorts, and a Toranite paladin. They accepted my help for a time, as we made our way deeper into the crypt. I find the Toranite foolish, quick to run to battle and get himself killed. Survival must not be a priority for these surfacers. I offered my advice to keep distance, in which the wizard graciously translated. Further on, I came to know the wizard as Ceril, and the Toranite as Zidjian. I told them little about myself, and was quick to refuse removing my hood. They respected my choice, but under the condition that I would reveal myself when trust has been built. That was unlikely. I could not trust them to accept my heritage, and to not react with haste upon realization. We continued regardless, eventually reaching the end. A short battle ensued, between us and a mummified corpse. WE continued scouring the crypts for a few days, but stopped eventually to rest. Our return lead to a chance meeting with a second time with another Toranite. We saw her in the crypts on a previous trip through, and this meeting would expose my identity to the others. Upon noticing me, she took a keen interest. Ceril said she requested my to remove my cowl. I did so, but stopped short midway, changing my decision. I didn't trust the Toranite. She was quick to notice things, but also quick to judge. She babbled at me angrily, drawing confused looks from the others. I left, all the while the Toranite spewed what was, more than likely, religious rhetoric.
I have began spending more and more days in the woods, being driven from the city. I headed north, and continued slinking through the trees. Watching the animal was strange. Some were vicious, other docile and tame. I took a keen interest in this, and continued my stalking through the woods.
~ Sion