Yesterday we went out to a farm house to retrieve books for Lady Griselda Ormond, keeper of lore, Historian's guild Master, and patron of the Adventurer's Guild...
All of us who were dispatched encountered the ghosts of the students in one shape or form, along with the dead body of Tyver and four unconscious elven nobles. After searching we collectively located the journals. The several of us (myself NOT included since I don't know how to deal with ghosts) were able to settle the ghosts and retrieve the journals. When the others settled the ghosts, we all saw a flash of a vision of what Eisen would look like had the government shut down the protests before they even started. The students would not have died and the Wartburg festival would never have taken place. There was no eletech and everything was grey and glum and with a sense of rigidity.... I'm glad that we have all that we do now and am saddened by the deaths of these young folks.
It does bring a morbid thought, what if I die trying to bring about change back home? I could do on an adventure... I could die when facing my uncles. My aunts could die and then I'd have to step into their place and... would probably follow suit. In a way this does give me hope... that change can happen and it be for the better... But as I grow older I feel like I'm existing on borrowed time... And it frightens me.
(The rest of the page is full of sketches of Snug-Bug and Brutus playing)