A small journal bound in black roethe hide and brass.

Clara has a neat, flowing script.

An interesting place, this Sanctuary, I have found! Whilst people seem friendly enough some are hiding their true natures behind a smile. Treachery abounds - I came across a nest of undead today - by Torm's grace I had strength of arms enough to overcome the zombies and their master but it was a close run thing. Now I shall rest, here at the Beacon for a time to pray and gather my strength for the coming days. Perhaps my skills can be put to good use aiding the orphans and less fortunate in this place.