[ The text appears to be written in some hurry ]

The lift has been trapped...as if the spiders weren't bad enough.

Take the grate - then the stairs.

The stairs above are blocked by the thick strands. Fire maybe?

The stone is to heavy- the chain will wait.

Teint the potions?

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The House Jhael'nyihr has lost it's Matron, Gindriira, to assassination. The death of the priestess has caused the houses of the city to fight amongst themselves for control.

With the rebels still causing havoc on the city above, any organized local defenses will be predisposed. Due to this, the caravan route will be easily infiltrated.

I still lack the information on the time, and stops, of the caravan to the surface...I will need to investigate further.

[ The text appears to be scribbled quickly, with multiple smudges ]

Do not harm the ooze. The new gods are [smudged word]. Cast into darkness, sign of their [smudged word] the [smudged word] will come once more. The time of blood and ooze...

His name was Ardul ' [the rest of the sentence has been smudged out]

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To whom may find this...my name is Makilith Sallis'tey, or known in Sanctuary as "Thane". I have killed four of Sanctuary's citizens today, and cannot return to the city.

I refuse to stand before a trial and answer questions about this, or my past...I won't see that life befall me again...not here. I will remain down here, even as I hear the sounds of the undead approaching...

If I can only get past those obelisks, perhaps there is a way.

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