I never thought I would get to write in this again. After the Drow took me, I thought they would surely find and destroy my journal but amazingly they never did.

Where to start, what I experienced in Drow captivity is best forgotten so I will not record it here. Escape though, that is worth remembering. The wizard who captured me did seem different from the other Drow, but I never expected him to be arrested! Thankfully though that allowed me to escape along with some of his other slaves. What a strange bunch we made! A human who always walked straight into danger, a gnome, a paladin of Tyr with dilusions of Grandur, a kobold, and me. Than there were the sewers themselves, filled with oozes one the size of a small house! Perhaps the rumors that an ooze killed the leading Drow family were true?

Then there was the large locked door. What is a locked door doing in the sewers? What is behind it? Perhaps some day I'll go back and find out but not anytime soon. No I won't be leaving sanctuary. Sanctuary! What an amazeing place! I never had believed the rumors of a city populated by escaped slaves, but they were true!

Still how quickly joy turned to despair. Why must escaped slaves carry with them predjudice? Vhiz was doing nothing remotly dangerous when he was ejected from the inn simply for being a kobold, this after he had killed some of his kin to help us escape! If he had been evil how many times could he have killed us as slaves or as we tried to escape?

Than there was sewer town and Chant. A cleric who seemed to whorship oozes? But at least he realizes not entire races are evil. I still don't know what to make of what I read there, could any of it be true, and what should I do if it is? I always thought that if I escaped the Drow my problems would be solved.

Samus closed his book and put it in his chest under his bed in the pissing crone smiling again as he thought of the name of the inn. Arranging himself in his bed he almost was asleep before he awoke with a start and got out of bed pulling two ornate candles from his chest. Smiling to himself as he arranged them on his desk, throw my friend out of your inn he thought. Pulling two sheets of paper from his chest he aligned them underneath the candles and carefully put a drop of ink in the center of each. Lighting the candles he bowed his head for a breif moment before he got back into bed. Before he fell asleep he smiled thinking of the gems in his chest he had been able to hide from those he escaped with.