This place...this Sanctuary is terrible, there seems a permenant pall that looms over the town and like a swarm of hungry locusts smothering and devouring what little joy and hope these poor souls have. If only I could do something to make the lives of these people easier and bring back some of the light and hope which was so cruelly snatched away from them back into their lives. Maybe...maybe the events leading up to my capture and escape were just part of the Morninglord's plan, maybe I was sent here to fight the darkness and sorrow of this town or at least lessen it's impact upon the people...but I flatter myself with such words, surely the Morninglord would've found someone with a stronger resolve than that of a mere acyolyte.... a person who abandoned his comrades when they needed him the most, leaving them to die at the hands of the very creatures I as a follower of Lathander swore to destroy. I am truly a wretched being...this must be the punishment for my crime, to be banished to the very depths of Toril for the rest of my life. I can write no more, exhaustion and despair are taking it's toll upon my already weakened body, Lathander forgive me.....