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A simple, brown journal - Elo

I feel so exhausted. Ever since I've come to Sanctuary, there has been a flurry of work to be done, and it seems as if the city's troubles never cease. There are very good people, here, however, and I only hope that I can someday count myself among them. I would rest, but that I constantly worry that some brave and noble soul will fall for lack of aid.

I sniffle as I write this, and I can't help but worry that maybe I've caught the sickness that rampages through the Lower ward. I don't know much about the illness, except that it seems spread by the dead who fall from it. I have spent some time in Lower, recently, providing healing salves, and the blessings of Ilmater to the poor and helpless who need him the most, but I feel apprehensive about that work now.

I met a follower of Talona today, a man whose name I have yet to learn. He was very deceptive, and I almost went with him, blindly, into territory that was not safe. I could sense some oddness in him, however, and with further scrutiny, his nature was soon revealed. I had to struggle to remember my teachings on the dark goddess that he worshipped, but Talia was able to spur my training back to me.

The Mistress of Poison and Plague. That's what I remember now, and it chills me to think of what that man, who so obviously hated me, just for my love of Ilmater...it chills me to think of what he might have done had I followed him, blindly, away from the safety of Upper Sanctuary.

I found Talia and Jallia both, soon after, and they confronted this man. The Paladin, and oh, Ilmater, how I can't believe there are real-life paladins in Sanctuary...the Paladin, Jallia, saw darkness in the man's heart, confirming what I already knew to be true. It seems odd, that a servant of the Goddess of plague would be about and active at the same time that countless innocents die every day in Lower Sanctuary. I dread some connection there, and I fear for the safety of those I would seek to protect.

Oh, I feel awful. It's hard to breathe, and my head aches so badly. I'm going to go and finally rest in a bit. I started this journal today, because...well, I keep thinking...if something should happen to me, I would be most grateful if this journal, with all of my knowledge and experience in it....if it found it's way into the hands of another, young follower of Ilmater. Maybe someone else will be able to carry on where I might eventually fall, so it's important for me, to write this.