[The cover has "James Victoria" scrawled across it. The first page is a simple outline of an upright guantlet with an eye, done in blue ink.]

Eleasis is almost ended.

I see trouble cropping up everywhere, and people with darkened hearts. I was able to work about town though with some decent folk, newly arrived. Briggs is a stout warrior, in more ways than one, and a heavy hitter. Rhimes is very clever, and adaptive. Marissa; I don't know enough about her, maybe, but her magic and her opposition to undeath are comforting to see in one person.

Rhimes' Rhymes:

Our stalwart band went hand to hand with Boggs and his smelly crew; (Briggs chimes in) Two good deeds in one day make for good pay I say! Our blood was spilt but the undead we kilt and with victory withdrew!

Our hearts were true against the lights of blue in the darknes of the crypt: Neither folly nor frown could bring us down as we sent those souls to the rift.