Settling in

It has been awhile since I last contemplated things. I haven't been as thoughtful about my life as before. Maybe I am settling in to my current existence, getting used to the lifeless being. What I would give to taste, smell, feel....
 
On the upside, I am becoming quite attached to this party, especially Mazira. I feel a bonding beginning. Her love of life, her appetite for living is contagious. Maybe I am experiencing what I am missing through her. The trust the others have shown in me is humbling.
 
I cannot figure out the new guy. Trevor is definitely a man of subtlety. While I am dead, he isn't alive. Furthermore, he says he knows of more people like me. At first that angered me, but then, well maybe....., there is a place I can find out more about why I am. He operates in stealth, darkness, but seems to have this streak of honor, lawfulness. It is a dichotomy I do not understand of yet. Hopefully, he will be the connection to who I am. I don't quite trust him as of yet. People who operate in the shadows cannot be trusted. Shadows tend to hide agendas.
 
This comet is challenging. I never new something celestial could have an effect on so many. Whether the comet actually is directly affecting this realm or just something in the sky doesn't really matter. The tribes of humanoids believe it does. That level of faith tends to make things happen whether or not something is responsible, much like Aldred did when Gold agreed to help with their quest.
 
The Astronomer was a waste of time. He really had nothing to help. He was more into making himself seem more important that relating information that would help on our quest. In the end I guess he did help. I came to the conclusion that we cannot do anything about the comet and people are gonna do what they're gonna do because they believe it to be.
 
We headed to the badlands today. We saw much more on the first day then I ever expected. Someone is chasing goblins and executing them. At first, I thought it might be orcs, but orcs cuts are not so precise. I also smelled ozone again. I thought maybe the ozone had to do with shamanistic effects. Apparently I was wrong. It seems 1 person did all this. The precise cuts, the ozone, effects. He seemed to know we were behind him. His skills obviously outmatch ours, but can there really only be one.......?