*The text is in blocky script obviously belonging to one who perfers battle over peace...usually*

Smooth. Dragon slayer, troll killer, Ogre killer, Illusion unmaker, CDL, More and more. I find I do not enjoy this city. Perhaps it is the lack of ice, the lack of heat, to full of hope. Battle, strife, wishing to make things better but cannot be done. Traitors, fools, some people...are not worthy to be friends. Haren...is a friend ...but not one I can confide to. My fears, hopes, dreams, are all mine. I plan to keep that way.

I fear..death. I fear living to see a stranger I knew not lay dead...while I live. I hope...to see my mountain, the sun is worthless. Its cold, its warmth the sun can kill a person. drive him made. I dream,,,a blade in the dark...waiting for one to claim it...where is it? It is driving me mad!

I must find this blade...if it is the last thing...I ever do.

The dreams are becoming more vivid...Yet I cannot sleep with a dime. After I sleep for 8 hours I am still exhausted. The dreams haunt my thoughts. Each time I slumber I see the blade...still in the mists. The room itself is clearer. It is stone , rock, gravel. Crystals line the wall. Voices...don't echo. Everytime I try to focus my dream self on the sword I awaken. I do not know...why this *Thing* haunts me. If it is a product of madness? Or a calling.

Exhaustion. I can barely walk. I am wounded after passing out and having this dream again While Undead were swarming me. Nearly died...*a Few blood stains mark the pages*

I was Looking madly for it around Dark lake. I ran into a group of orcs...suffice to say I was robbed and Mugged.

*Constable Glaran Lutgen Now lies dead somewhere in the badlands*