The hour is now to enter the confines of this hold. I am certain what dwells within will revile me and my companion.

It appears these once great halls were fit for an order of some stature, a barracks for soldiers even seems fitting. I have found no unlost souls here, only the rotting flesh of the dead.

This hulk carried a maul strong enough to bend steel to his will. Abhaya sunk an arrow into one of his eyes as he half screamed and grumbled about our fate. It was too late for him the minute we met.

A hidden passage, but nothing of worth within, why did not the denizens of this cell find it? They might have escaped with their lives.

The prison below was filled with many a worthy foe. An acrid stench of excrement and putrid gore overwhelmed us. Luckily we found one of the dark symbols to travel back to the camp. I still feel strange about them; it's not the pain that bothers me, I feel as though a tiny spec of myself is missing once on the other side of the gateway.

The ogre's forge was fiercely hot; Abhaya and I found a gleaming malus. I spoke to her plainly that it is of no use. Yet, she convinced me that it must be given to the blacksmith back at the village. I didn't argue, that woman has repaired cracks in my armor and melded my greaves many times, asking only for gold. I do recall her speaking of a once prized tool.

I could see Abhaya watch us from a distance as we spoke. The look upon her face, when I dared to glance, was of melancholy. Has Abhaya begun to believe that I am in favor with this merchant?

I found Abhaya by the water; she spills tears and they become one as the river. We only spoke two words before collapsing in the reeds to slumber.

Onward? Yes.

Madness, that is all that I can say. As the sun rose, we descended into the depths of the prison. What tortures have been suffered here...

I take only what I need in proper respect to those who have come before me. The blacksmith can perhaps in turn make wares for others willing to suffer this journey.