Sanctuary truly is an odd place. Not because it was a city full of free men and women (we've got plenty of those on the Surface!) but because it is a city full of free men and women right in the middle of the Underdark!

I still do not understand how Salvador managed to bring us to this city or how our captors could have let us slip away so easily. Even now, while I walk through the busy streets of Sanctuary, I cannot help but cast a wary glance over my shoulder almost as if I expect one of our Drow captors to appear in the crowd behind me.

Gods... I am starting to get paranoid, if I continue acting like this, it won't be long before I cut myself off from the rest of the world and... it's better not to think about these things. The Lady has kept an eye on me for this long, she won't turn her back on me now.

Will she?

I've spent more than three months in Sanctuary... or at least I think I have spent three months here. It's difficult to record the passage of time in these dark caves, especially without having the Sun's light to rely upon...

I miss the Surface. A lot. It is like a constant ache deep within my heart, one which I'll never grow used to. At first, I did not think much of the Surface since I rarely had much time to myself to reflect over such things, but now... now I have far too much time on my hands and my thoughts always drift towards the Surface and the mysterious "Way" the now departed Seekers spoke of so much.

I cannot go on like this. I will be driven mad if I continue thinking about such things. The Seekers have left the city and have taken any knowledge of the Way with them, and I would rather not have any dealings with those strange Ascensionists. I will have to push these foolish dreams of escape aside for now and see to ensuring my survival in this city. Perhaps I should reconsider Salvador's offer, it certainly will keep me occupied.

Besides, I cannot leave these caverns even if I had the chance to do so, that would mean leaving Salvador behind, and that is something I'll never do.

I've run into Salvador once again during one of my routine trips through Lower. He was still intent on taking up the blade once again and returning to the adventurer's life. Against my better judgement, I agreed to follow his lead and take up the blade once again, hopefully I'll be able to keep myself occupied now.

It certainly feels good to be travelling once again, especially with Salvador for company. Life in the Underdark doesn't seem to be so bad after all.

I've been mulling over the thought of working in the Crone for quite some time now, the Crone seems to be one of the few places within Lower which is not affected by the constant bloodshed and violence plaguing the rest of the district.

Of course, I could always return to the Upper ward of this city but... I don't feel comfortable with the thought of living under the shadow of the Spellguard's Tower, not after all those horrible stories I've heard about them. Anyone who would be willing to torture innocents just because they've been told to do so by their superiors can't be trusted.

Hopefully Salvador won't have any objections to my decision to live in Lower. As much as I'd want to, I don't think I would be able to go against him and break the trust he's placed in me, not after all he's done for me.

Tymora truly has smiled upon me today. While I was having my usual game of Royal Dragon with Shelkin I mwas approached by a strange looking fellow who offered me "the chance of a lifetime". A small fortune of gold could be mine if I agreed to play his little game.

What was his game? A single toss of a coin. If it was heads, that fat little purse of his would be mine, if it was tails... well, I would end up losing all of my coin. I found myself unable to resist such a tempting offer and so we began the little game.

I flipped the coin and waited with bated breath as it slowly made it's way down to the ground, constantly rotating as it did so. Eventually, it hit the rotten timber floor with a soft "clink!" From where I stood, all I could see was the head of some long forgotten monarch looking up at me.

I'd won! That beautiful little velvet bag... and it's even prettier contents belonged to me now! Surprisingly, that man didn't seem to be very upset with what had just happened. In fact, he seemed to happy about how things had panned out! What's more, Salvador did not seem to have any objections with the silly little risk I'd just taken. Ah, Tymora. you truly are a kind mistress.

Elated with my success at the betting table, I made my way to the Upper Ward of the city and the dreadedserena Tower hoping to find the elusive Agent Opalshore... or at least learn of his current whereabouts.

As luck would have it, not only did I learn of Opalshore's whereabouts, but I was finaly able to meet him myself! He was not as imposing as the rest of the Spellguard's Agents, in fact, he was nothing more than a weedy little man, but the Spellguard must've saw -something- in him if they were willing to let him wear those crimson robes.

Also, one would've thought that he would have been easier to find, seeing how he was about to make a tidy little profit. But, that is none of my concern, just as long as I got what I wanted, he had that beautiful shirt of mithril on his person and was more than willing to sell it for the price we'd agreed upon, a thousand golden coins.

The exchange was made and I soon left the Tower, my purse considerably lighter but, draped across my shoulders, I had something much more valuable. Mithril.

Strangely enough, niether Salvador or Sev seemed to think much of my newfound aquisition. What would they know of the vaulue of mithril anyway?

I did not think that it would ever be possible to find someone stranger than that Elf, Sev. But today, I came across an even stranger person. Nathaniel Swift.

Everything about him was strange... and slightly unnerving for me, from his uncanny ability to meld with the shadows to his outlandish taste in clothing.

But despite all of this, he seemed to be a decent person at heart, or at least, that is the conclusion I came to after spending a few hours in deep conversation with him.

He wants to restore order to Sanctuary, he wants this city to experience peace once again and he is willing to do -anything- to see his plans come to fruition, even if it meant killing someone else if he was forced to do so...

I found this to be slightly unsettling, but I suppose the end justifies the means. These deaths probably won't mean much anyway, after all, he would only want to work against those who seek to spread evil throughout the city and they're the sort of people who would not be missed.

Not be me, at any rate.

[In comparision to the previous entries--all of which contained immaculate penwork--this entry is extremely messy. Dark blotches of ink and brown stains of what seems to be ale cover the page at random intervals. The writing itself is barely legible.]

Elves. Why must they always be such a pain to be around?

Out of every ten Elves I meet in this dank hole of a city, four of them seem to have the pretentious belief that they are intellectually superior to me and seem to view me as a drooling lackwit!

That damned priest I met earlier is a prime example of this. He seemed to be bent on convincing me that -I- am -his- lesser. Stuck up snob couldn't be further from the truth...

Out of the remaining six, three of them always appear to have some sort of mental handicap which renders them speechless whenever they're around any non-Elves... I still cannot be sure if they're doing this on purpose in an attempt to irritate me or if they actually are suffering from a speech impediment.

That leaves me with three Elves who do not seem to suffer from any mental disabilities or have an overinflated ego.

Why is it so damned difficult to come across these sane ones more often?

I finally manged to find a Seeker... well, one of them wound up finding me but it's all the same, I suppose.

The Seeker--I believe she introduced herself as Myria--Proved to be very informative as she was more then willing to tell me more about her organisation and why they chose to leave Sanctuary.

I must admit that, after hearing their side of the story, I cannot bring myself to blame them for the recent spate of violence and bloodshed which has taken place in Lower Sanctuary.

If anyone should be blamed for this sad waste of life, it should be the Watch and the gang who refer to themselves as the "Dapper Derbies". Unfortunately, I cannot do anything about either of them, not before I have managed to piece together a complete picture of it all.

I also met one of the Crone's waitresses today, actually... I think she is the Crone's only waitress. (Sev only works as a bouncer, I believe.)

As far as I could tell, the woman--who later introduced herself as Kate--seemed to be there to see if I was still interested in employment with the Crone. We then went on to spend a few minutes discussing the various skills I had to offer to the Crone and whatnot.

Eventually, the discussion led up to me giving a brief demonstration of my musical talents. I played the first thing that came to my head and it just so happened to be one of the saddest songs I'd ever heard. In retrospect, I do not think I should have sung that song in particular, it did not seem to... fit in with our current location, but she seemed to be pleased by the end result so I suppose I made the right choice after all.

At the end of our discussion, Kate told me that she would "put in a good word" for me. Hopefully her word will be enough for Cyrus.

Voices. So many voices.

Pain. Maddening, intolerable amounts of pain.

Light. A blindingly bright flash of light.

Silence. Pure, complete silence...

I woke up and found myself staring up at the helmed visage of Sev, the shrill voice of her strange halfing companion still echoing loudly through my ears. She--She being Sev--said something about a troll sized rock hitting me squarely in the chest and knocking me out cold.

When I took a look at the rock in question, I was rendered speechless. It was -huge- and it should have killed me outright instead of just knocking me out. Somewhere, on some distant Plane, someone must have taken a liking to me.

Unfortunately, as I soon found out, my good fortune couldn't last for long. It all began to fall apart when I agreed to accompany Sev, Rabbit, the holy warrior-woman--I think her name was Aso... Asosomething--and a few others to some deep, dark cavern within Sanctuary. I cannot really remember the exact location of the place, in fact, I can hardly remember anything that happened while we were within the cave.

All I remember is having the odd halfing--Rabbit is what she called herself--throw a small bag filled with a rancid, greenish substance at me, (apparently I had hit a nerve with one of my remarks...) Immediately after this, I found myself lying on the floor once again with a terrible headache.

Definately not one of my better days.

Damn it all!

I cannot remember the name of that Sunite anymore. How am I supposed to contact the woman if I do not even remeber her name?

That lanky fellow I met earlier must've been right about me, maybe I -am- starting to go daft.

[This entry is written in a shaky, unsteady hand. Thin, dark streams of ink run down the length of this page at random intervals, there also are a few dark blotches of ink marring the page.]

Why did I chose this life? What was I thinking when I made the choice to leave my home, my country--[The next few words are covered by a dark blotch of ink]--My back on my parents? -Was- I even thinking?

Mother. Father. I miss you both. If only I could take back the terrible things I have done in the past. If only I could rewrite time itself.

If only I could free myself from this stony prison!

Ah, the bitter irony of it all. It wasn't so long ago when I would have given anything to leave the "backwater village" which was my home just so that I could see what the wider world had to offer.

I wanted to do that more than anything else. Every night, I would dream of the coin, I would dream of the name I planned on making for myself. But most of all, I would dream of the wonderful sights I was sure to see.

And now... now all I want to do is turn my back on this wretched life, all I want to do is leave this city, leave the Underdark and see the Surface once again.

I am constantly haunted by dreams filled with the anguished eyes of my parents when they learnt of my decision to leave them.

I see the lifeless bodies of Russell and Carla, their glassy eyes staring off into the distance... staring at -me- and their hands still intertwined with each other. Lovers, even in death.

All I want to do is to see my parents once again. But... will they ever want to see me again after all I have done?

I lashed out at Rabbit today. Unknowingly.

After all my bluster and pompous words, I wasn't able to keep the simple promise I made to Sev. Despite her irksome personality, Rabbit did not deserve to be spoken to like that.

I will have to keep my temper in check from now on, I cannot keep lashing out at people like this, not when they have done nothing to deserve such treatment.

I am starting to feel drowsy once again, but I cannot let myself drift off to sleep. Not with them wait--[This entry comes to an abrupt end, the sentence unfinished]