Ingred's Journal Entry 10: A Shocking Endeavor

''The pages here are written more orderly, or at least, it looks like an attempt was made. Kinda. Some of the letters look off, and occasionally words are spelled out in common, not goblin. The odd format doesn't appear to be intentional. Drops of a strong alcohol warp the letters, and some of the page is entirely illegible due to the drink's staining. ''

I am conflicted. Confused. I was prepared to convince Anthos to deal with the goblin corpses but he actually beat me to it. I don't understand him. I figured he wouldn't care about this sort of thing but he's proven me wrong. Again. I can't read the man. I won't forgive him. Not until I'm sure that he didn't make a fool out of me. The last thing I need is another failure of judgement to make me feel stupid. I will hold my tongue. For now.

He also beat me to lecturing K, so... I wasn't about to talk to him on top of the scolding that Anthos gave. I think this was a stressful experience for everyone. Not just K. I'm glad that he understood the seriousness of the situation. There's no way we would be able to handle an entire cult. Especially with that poison being utilized. I wonder if I can get my hands on some more Celestial Bane. Maybe do a bit of microdosing, develop some resistance to it. Not really looking forward to that but I think it could be useful.

I'm surprised to hear that the Ebony Wings aren't a dark guild. It makes sense that the man di Dn'T understand what I was saying. I'm sure the others weR e al S o C0nfUs E D f0 jerb eubkerj kur7nt. I'M V eRy curious as to what kind of transaction is done between tHe Da Rk Gui L Ds a4nf seu uB Wd hvKUV ek wIn Gs. iT is important to note that the dark guilds are meeting with the Ebony Wings. aNd Tiy7 g u egfis snd A rE uSing letters to communicate. It's a shame to hear that we cannot trust people. That even the guards are in on it. That we couldn't spare the life of the man we questioned. Not one life.

Who can we trust? I fear that the party may begin to doubt the people in Basalt. Or worse, the ones in Soulfire. The new ones in Soulfire... I'm not sure that I would be able to prove myself to this group, aside from the fact I've been patching them up since I've joined. I hope they can trust me.

I was even more surprised to see Anthos in the bubble when the others were... well...  dealing with the man. He looked exhausted. Granted, we all were pretty exhausted after that. I thought he wouldn't be squeamish about death, seeing as he dug a blade into the head of one of those goblins. What a moron. I'm glad it was Lily that "took care" of the cultist. Although I am still stumped by where the body went? I wasn't really paying attention when they... well... I was distracted by the idiot's strange demeanor.

I tried to talk to Seipora about the odd things that have been occurring within the party. I don't want to be bothered by this anymore. Too bad for me, I guess. I'm stuck. I appreciate her handiwork, though. It's proven to be very practical. May not be up to the standards in Jonsen Valley but it's much better than walking around with holes in my robes. And... it was very kind of her to help me. She's shown herself to be handy. And generous.

Anyways... Hope I don't die tomorrow. Or worse. I'd rather not get eaten by a giant bug or have the mine cave in on us. Probably going to down another bottle of gin and retire for the night. At least I get to sleep in a bed, now. Right. Cheers!