The Enemy's True Face

So, my dear future self, how are you handling the nightmares? Has the seeping, bone chilling horror of that entity from the tower finally thawed, or are you still just as paralysed by terror at its memory as I am now?
 
It would seem I am the first of our party to glimpse the true face of our enemy then: The Other King. I was always aware he was a world-ending monstrosity of a creature, of course; but its one thing to know that, and quite another to stand in front of it, eye to eye.
 
Ram preserve me, those eyes…
 
I know just who I have to thank for this unpleasant revelation too, although why he chose me from our little party to be the witness rather than, say, the future King or the Legendary Warrior, I have no idea. Bravery and heroism in the face of insurmountable odds are rather their department: I’m just here for ceremonial and record-keeping purposes after all; as my utter uselessness in the face of the Other King’s champion testifies (did I mention we’re now being pursued by an invulnerable, undead Bobcat?)
 
Still, the old wizard must have had his reasons, and since he also saved me from that haunting vision, and was good enough to let us borrow his spell book, I suppose I owe Magden the benefit of the doubt.
 
Ah Magden… If ever there was a fellow I misjudged more! A mentor and surrogate father turned manipulative traitor – it’s a classic character right out of one of my more melodramatic ballads! And yet, would a true traitor knowingly allow his home to be pillaged? Or moreover, supervise and protect the burglars? I think, perhaps…
 
Well, you know what I think don’t you? Doubtless whenever you’re looking back on these scrawling’s you’ll laugh at my futile attempts at empathy having discovered the truth of this and so many other matters, you lucky bastard.
 
We’ll be moving out of the capitol, again, soon; so I must wrap up this little chat. Suffice to say, Martin’s power, reputation and legend grow daily (and for the benefit of any scholars not convinced by the epic poem I will doubtless someday pen on the matter, YES, Martin genuinely did teleport the population of an entire town almost single handed while Caerbhall and the Late Sir Takawana held off our immortal assailant), and Caerbhall’s strength of arms continue to be surpassed only by his strength of will.
 
And as for me… Well there’s nothing much to say in contrast to them, is there?
 
Onward they go, and I follow.