The journal is a small leather bound book, tied closed with a leather thong

[Written in a neat, concise script]

I must do something.... Perhaps writing this down will make it easier to cope with.. I don't know. Aristul always kept a journal. It's still sitting in our tower, I imagine... I don't know that I'll ever see it, or Waterdeep again.

[Several lines are scribbled through, so they are no longer legible]

Sanctuary... such an interesting place... the people, the buildings and architecture.

So much seems to be going on.. there are things happening, and undercurrents I am not aware of, which frightens me. Ignorance is death.

I heard rumours of drow at the gates. [There are several holes in the paper here, as if heavy pressure was placed on the stylus] Drow! Here! I questioned a few people to see if they knew more, but they could not (or would not) tell me more.

Do they know something? Do they? If they do, will they tell me? I must know! I cannot fall to the drow again. I will not end up like my master. I will die first. Perhaps Aristul waits for me. Ha! I doubt it.

[The script becomes more ragged and less neat]

I must trust... I must trust... but it is hard... they can't all be hiding something... [the writing trails off in a jagged line]

[It becomes neat and orderly again]

The blackness... I don't know how long I lay here. I must control myself. Control is everything.

This place... Sanctuary. I hope it remains so, but I fear the worst.

[Written in a ragged script]

I think I saw a drow today.... yes, it was a drow, I'm sure of it. Down in the Lower.

He didn't see me... but I saw him!

Nobody sees me now. I won't leave my room unless I'm invisible. I hear movement outside my door. Is it him?

[written neatly]

Something is wrong with me. I look at this journal, and don't remember writing parts of it.

I have.. blank periods.. I don't remember chunks of time... I don't know why, but I'm afraid..

What is happening to me?

[written in rough script, pressed hard into the paper]

Willian is a fool, weak. He's smart, but I'm smarter.. He'll get us killed, or worse, taken prisoner if I don't take over. Yes...

Read this, Willian, and know I am here.

[written in neat flowing style]

[numerous lines scratched out]

Who are you? How are you getting in here, writing things?

"You are here"? What does that mean...

I will check the lock on the door again... I fear for my safety, someone has been in here. I'll hide this journal too, I don't want anyone else seeing it. Writing in it! The arrogance!

My money is running out, too. I have enough for a few more nights here, but Spencer won't give me credit, I'm sure. I'm already sneaking down in the quiet times to the kitchen and stealing food. What would Aristul think of me now, I wonder. I have fallen so low of his expectations.

[written neatly]

My journal has been untouched. Hiding it seems to have worked.

Worse, the drow attacked! The Rock Bottom's abuzz with gossip, and I can hear people talking outside my door a lot. Thank the gods it's locked.

Sanctuary is no longer safe, that is certain. What can I do?

I'll try to steal more food, to start with. Then I must plan.

[this page is taken up by deep scribbles covering the page, cutting into the paper.]

[written roughly, pressed deep into the paper]

I've won.