*Opening his journal which he has not written in for some time he reads the passages which he once wrote and examines his sloppy handwriting and tears out the pages*
“Never again will I show forth weakness in any manner.”
*Taking out a quill and red ink he begins to write*
Much has transpired, much more will. The Black Hand is secured in the hand of one of few I trust. Ramanon has it, exactly where he is keeping it I do not know. He must have it on him since I was unable to find it in his trunks. None the less I have seen it and the awesome power it contains. I dare not ask him for it for I do not wish to receive a beating over it.
Twice now the soul mother has called for me, she will not call a third time. I have passed the first half of my apprenticeship. I am glad that is over, no longer will I merely clean the floors and collect components. I have become to good of a scribe to waste my talents. I continue to learn from master Ramanon. I will however be far more powerful than he. His focus on becoming a master of the dead has taken its toll on his arcane powers. I will not fail to become a true master of magic as my uncle did. He was unable to wield the truly spells. Now he is a mere master of the white skull. This honor will one day be confirmed on myself. I have spoken with the Priestess Chanda of taking my oaths to Lord Corath. She told me that I am to finish what my uncle was not able to. This alone will show that I have surpassed him in ability. I will do what he could not.