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Father used to try and convince me I was made for politics and diplomacy, that I was too soft for adventuring. It's unfortunate he can't see me now, thriving and learning more than I ever had in any of the lessons he had forced upon me. Korvosa is a strange place bursting with mystery. As much as I would like to uncover them all, allowing myself a few days to visit their library is all I can afford. I am still worried about everyone back home. None of my letters have received responses.
Still no sign of Teion. Every lead turns up more questions I don't have time to find answers for. I cannot return home without him. I know he's looking for me as well, but he could be on the other side of the continent for all I know, or worse. I don't know if I'm making the right choice, but I do know it would do no good to return home without Teion. How do I know? Just a very bad feeling, coupled with our unexpected and forced removal from the castle…
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The more information I learn about Korvosa the more I worry something has already happened to Teion. Not that he is one for vices, but Shiver seems to permeate through the entire town. How long until it is forced upon someone? Is it possible to stay away from it completely?
This Brotherhood of the Spider seems likely to be responsible for the drugs, but it seems it will be harder to prove that they are responsible for the deaths. There is certainly more going on than we know about. Hopefully we will not be getting in over our heads.
Still, something calls to me to help the people of the town, especially because the leaders here seem to be incompetent. They _need_ someone. My new… companions and I seem to be the best suited for the job. Bronwynne has strange interests, and seems to be in it for her own reasons as opposed to doing it to help the downtrodden. Eirik and Ursa seem the noble sort.
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Every turn we make seems to be a left, and always right back into danger. It is very discouraging, especially now that we’ve seemingly lost Ursa to the evil, roiling waves we all almost lost ourselves to. There was no sign of him after the battle. Eirik’s anger was palpable, and tinged with something else familiar. The two of them must have been closer than I originally thought. All I could do was sympathize with a situation not unlike my own.
This new man who came to our aid, Grimm, came at too opportune of a time to not be suspicious. All I can tell about him so far is that he seems to be zealot. We may share a common God, but I cannot share in his outward intensity. I will do what I believe is right and help rid this place of its problems. In the meantime I will hope Teion is alive and that we will find each other again soon.
We need more information, but with this bounty over our heads I fear our leads are going to dry up very quickly…
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Despite the fact that Greely escaped us, it does feel like we're starting to move forward. We are certainly getting more confirmation of the connections that Frell had, and I'm willing to bet the giant spiders hiding in the walls of this town have some connection to the Brotherhood of Spiders. We still have much to look into though, and I'm sure the path will be arduous.
We almost lost Wynne today. I don't think the full realization of that really hit me until we came back to the tavern for the night. It was terrifying. That could have been any of us. That could be Teion-
Grimm is proving to be a loose cannon. He tried to murder a man in cold blood after he had surrendered. Just because someone isn't good doesn't mean they deserve to die, that isn't right. I know it doesn't sit well with Eirik or myself, and I can't speak for Wynne, but I think he may end up being more of a problem as we go along.
Eirik and I finally had a chance to talk this evening, and I expressed my sympathy about Ursa's disappearance. It's nice to have someone who understands, but it is also unfortunate. The pain of uncertainty of what might be happening to someone you care about is unyielding.
At least Eirik is always pleasant to speak with. And his new little blue bird friend that likes to ride on his shoulder certainly suits him.
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Another man in my life who runs recklessly and headstrong into danger? Color me surprised.
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Our trials seem to grow harder by the hour. Yet with every step forward I feel more entrenched in this strange land.
The world of dreams is going to be a challenge. It already is when we wind up there during our nightly rests, but something tells me it's going to be even worse once we enter it willingly. Especially if we end up getting separated again. This world is not something we can conquer on our lonesomes.
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In a sense, one of our own has died. Harry. One of the strays that Eirik has collected as of late. Once our enemy, then our friend, now dead. He seemed a sweet boy from what I observed, despite keeping mostly to myself. I mourn for him, and my heart aches for Eirik and the other boys who will surely be affected by this loss of life.
I wish there would have been something more we could have done. If we had woken early-
No. It does not help to dwell on things that might have happened. We did what we could, and now we must try to stop any more deaths like these from happening.
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I was certainly right about the dream world. We had barely made it into the house before it was taking over our minds and pitting us against each other. Most of us surely would be dead at the hands of our friends if not for Mr. Grimm successfully breaking the spell.
The longer I am away from home the less I wish to return. The only thing that compels me in that direction is a sense of duty I never wanted. I would much rather be here, or anywhere else, helping people fight their evils. It is much more fulfilling than sitting in a castle all day.
I still worry for Teion, and I pray that I find him soon even if just to know that he is alright.
I also worry for Eirik. What happened today obviously shook him. It shook all of us, I think, but it seemed particularly hard on Eirik. I do not think now is the time to pry. We must focus to accomplish our goal. Should we both make it out to the other side, perhaps I will ask then. Or perhaps things will develop and reveal themselves organically… I quite like the sound of that.