(A small log is seen constantly at Noirin side)

Note to self, Don't go harrin off after drow ships anymore, they are poorly built and tend to get smashed to bits when crashed.

Note to self, Don't try to kill any more dragons.

So tired....I am so tired...the Beacon, the Spellguard, the people of Sanctuary , LIFE! I am tired of This life! Sometimes....I wish it would end....

I have stayed quiet to long, Anver, Lorent, and who knows what else of my friends have perished. I am tired of Watching my friends die. I am sick, to the point I don't wish to leave my room. yet I must, I must make a name for myself, I must go down in history, My destiny, I have lived long, I am scarred, my soul weeps with its wounds, I am tired, yet I must press on. Press on....press on.

*Noirin is surprised to find his journal still on his corpse, and he shakes his head wryly as he flips it open, restores it entirely, and begins to write*

I traveled with Gegan on a quest to retrieve his fathers corpse, the truth of it was sad, and how he tainted his line for generations. Anyways, I picked up a powerful dwarven pendent, perhaps not all is bad.

I traveled to the dwarven Hold known as Holdfast, perhaps they know a way back to the Mithril Kingdom.

Perhaps I shall join the Society, I am intrigued on what they did with the abberation that attacked me that day, so long ago...*A stain mark, looking like a tear is seen*

I am old...my bones are weary, I find it harder to wake up each day to face the world and its battles. Blood is on my hands each time I dream, should anyone find this log book, My will is that My body be taken to the Mithril Kingdoms, in old Shanatar, to the city of Iltakazar, and placed at the floor before beneathe the White Wyrm, so he may bless my passage to the halls of the Mordisman. Surely he has awoken from his slumber by now...it is past 100 years.

*A map is seen depicting the black lake, and a very general direction is seen pointing toward Iltkazar in several regions across the underdark, showing a route through the Sharnlands taking a route through Erynlyn, and taking a slow and arduous journey to the Old Shanatar, skirting the edges of the Netherese caverns to Iltakazar at least, a brief estimate of the journey makes it out to at least 3000 miles and marked a highly dangerous route*

If anyone finds this, please, make this journey.

On a side note: Perhaps if someone can magically communicate with the city to retrieve my corpse, it would be safer.

Note to self, when feeling fatalistic, toss self outside of town and let myself be eaten by a deep lizard.

Anyways, ignore all above, I was being stupid and old.

Meh, who am I kidding? I am old.