* The script is shorthand and the quite blocky, but any medical information is in elegant writing*

Day 15 of me arriving in the underdark

I am Ania Jarlin, healer, some call me a monk.

Truth be told, I am a surgeon who, without any training, learned to channel the force monks call KI. I guess, it was my own mental discipline to learn my craft, the arts, the subtleties of the human body, elven, dwarven, I have treated all races, even the injured ogre. My personal oath binds me "Help those in need, never deliver a killing blow when your opponent is helpless. No matter how evil, how malicious he may be or become, you are responsible for the lives of your patients." I do not serve Ilamatar, as many expect me to. Truthfully, I haven't decided what god to worship, currently I pay respects to Denier.((forgive any misspellings)). Knowledge of life, the currents of the blood, the pulsating of the hearts, the infinite mysteries of the brain. I intend to open a clinic here in this town where blood is spilled daily. Sanctuary, a fitting term where horrors still stalk its streets.*A mark is pressed here in the shape of an eagle* This shall become my insignia, the hawk of new life.

Finally, I gain hold of a surgeon's knife. I had to do a bit of guile but things went well when you are traveling with two of the dumbest half orcs on earth. I am truly able now to heal in battle, no wound is to dangerous or to much form me. I joined the Beacon, I am pleased that they allowed one such as me into there ranks...I have yet to tell them my secret...

*dead*