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Journal Entry Number Sixteen

Earning enough money, I went inside the Toranite temple against my best wishes to purchase a few bandages. To my amusement, the convicted Dark Elf was there. How I pitied him, caged and forced into servitude; fallen he has to be like the slaves we had in The Deep. He did not speak much, but rather he maintained his pacified state due to the presence of the clerics. He amuses me, such strength and willingness to endure, he is a potential ally, and I’ll need as much as I can. My presence there was short-lived, and I did not expect to meet him, regardless of the risk, I attempted to talk to him. I tried to give him the impression that I was a liaison of some group, but his pride and boorishness denied me. His defiance will be his doom, seeing as to how it got him into this predicament. I expected much from him and his many talents, but I was disappointed, within all that strength and wit, he wastes it so by being so foolish. I must take precaution, he can be a great threat, and if he does I shall be prepared. He is a weapon, and I hope to unleash him, provided that he still maintains his sanity by the time his sentence is over.

I made my way to Hlint, and as I expected, Gladyus was there raiding the caverns yet again and as always we were off to some faraway place. We sailed to Mariner’s Hold and met up with Kahzrag. We were supposed to turn in the head of the Bugbear chieftain, but unfortunately, Rak didn’t show up. Instead, we made our way to Hurm and paid a visit to the Giants that took refuge within the desert caves. Gladyus and I were already a handful for the Giants, but with Kahzrag, we laid waste to them faster. I’m quite pleased because people are starting to acknowledge my capabilities, and hopefully I won’t have to rely on these brutes in the future.

We parted ways, and I went to Spellgard to use the portal to North Point. I have heard of rumors about a sea creature wreaking havoc within the local townsfolk so I decided to lend my abilities, and maybe even witness the creature at its prime. I witnessed a very intimidating sight, and a very large group of adventurers were gathered near the campfire to investigate as well. I was way out of my league and while conversing, the adventurers were talking about Dark Elves and how they despised them so. I remained quiet and kept any insight to myself, and only when in trouble did I speak. We boarded a boat and sailed off to the town of question and we were welcomed by the commoners with much expectation. My companions were powerful but were quite witty and arrogant, their chaos secured my safety. Nonetheless, I commend them for their skill seeing as how they annihilated an army of Goblins with their swordplay and incredible magic. After much bickering and tracking, we found the creature hidden deep within a cave. The druids demanded that it was to be left alone; a wise course of action indeed, I would not dare face such a thing. We left the cave and hurried to think of a plan for the Grey Caps were upon us, and if they do, hostilities are bound to ensue. A cunning ruse was developed, one that instilled fear and deceit in the enemy; the mage whom they called Savin was to change into the shape of a Dragon and we were to flee in terror. The plan worked flawlessly and the Grey Caps fled in terror, leaving the creature unscathed. I was hoping to gain a few more associates, but I was disappointed for the majority were pompous and drudging. Regardless, I was satisfied by the sight of such a creature, hopefully I would see more of it in the future, and perhaps even domesticated into servitors.