Having found myself a stranger in a strange land, divested of my worldly possessions, and bereft of my Temple’s guidance, I take pen in hand. As directed by our faith’s dogma, I am making record of my rulings, deeds, and decisions, for through this my errors can be corrected, my grasp on the laws of all lands will flourish, and my ability to identify lawbreakers will expand. Thus is the will and the way of the Just God, may my faith in Him abide me.

The place I have come to via wandering weird ways is called Sanctuary by those who inhabit it, willingly or otherwise. As an isolated area of relative security, Sanctuary is as much a gaol as a place of respite. It is quite similar to the prison colonies I toured off the coast of the Sea of Fallen Stars. It seems that all manner of Underdark flotsam and jetsam have found their way into the town’s large cavern system. There appears to be two camps within the populace at large- those seeking escape from this lightless world and those seeking mastery over it.

Another thing of interest to the casual observer is the construction of the city itself. I am no mason, but it is obvious that the thick, well-squared walls and the evenly-plumbed frames of this town are beyond the meager capabilities of its current inhabitants to fabricate. As well, there appear to be many strange and quirksome devices throughout this town. Many of these presume humanoid forms and have a semblance of intellect. They query the darkness with peculiar clicks-and-whirls that remind me of Gondish twist-up toys cast aside and forgotten by some careless child long ago.

The social structure of Sanctuary is largely a lawless conglomeration of loosely affiliated or opposing factions, with the day-to-day operations apparently directed by an elected group of officials. There is a town watch that seems capable enough, if disinterested in maintaining true order. As well, a guild of arcane practitioners keeps the city safe from wanton spell casting that might draw unwanted attention from the surrounding dark interests that pervade the outer caverns.

I have been cautious thus far to inject myself into the machinations no doubt at work within this Malthusian crucible. However, I plan to begin taking up what work I may find. This enterprise will serve two goals: to provide me with information on those with whom my lot has been cast, and to earn the coin needed to replace the accoutrements I lost to those vile drow. I am certain that Tyr will make my purpose clear to me within the ensuing days. Until then, I shall remain vigilant.