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Journal Entry Number Seventeen

Fehriel and I had a short conversation, and I divulged how I was feeling; thoughts of fear and uncertainty troubled me so. Perhaps that trip to the Toranite temple was not wise, as well as meeting that boon. Somehow I feel that he is conspiring against me, no matter, I shall leave him be and if ever his taskmasters detain me, I shall use the law against them. If they want to harangue me, I shall give them reason to. It’s quite amusing knowing that you can use their own ideals against them, for now I shall let the Dark Elf rot in his prison, and once he is released I shall deal with his defiance myself; I want his head, and I shall play with him for the time being. Aside from my machinations, it amused me how Fehriel maintained his civility, it’s as if he’s no longer tainted by the blood of Demons. This could probably be of an advantage for me, lest he try something against me.

Aside from all this chaos, I feel more powerful now, and soon I can master more spells; I can feel the Al’Noth twinge with my very emotions. Maybe it’s because of that Dark Elf, he aggravates me so, and even though it helps, he fuels my rage. Dwelling on this matter, Gladyus and I cleaned the Giant caves in the deserts near Dalanthar. Wave after wave of Giants, they all slowly fell to my fireballs and Gladyus’ fists; it’s quite impressive that we’re able to kill most of the Giants. Will the Toranites be as easy to fell as these blundering behemoths? I must delve on this further and bide my time.