We spent the night amongst a few abandoned building hat might be haunted. I wish I had the time to investigate further, but I understand that we have to move on, and I have to be content with just observing what I can. Ellywick could sense undead presence within a mile, but I didn't see anything in the places we checked. The only thing around was the spiders decorating the abandoned inn and the rats who used it for shelter before us. Which also marked the first time I was grateful Lavia was in her lyre. I'm afraid she might have taken her axe to the walls. Or refused to go near the building. In fact, I might neglect to tell her about that detail when singing to her.
It seems Ellywick and Dworik have discovered a new trick with their magic to help make food more pleasant and keep clothes nice and cosy, which is very much appreciated. Starting to feel like I could kill for a cup of coffee, however. I even dreamt about the smell as I woke up in the morning.
We kept watch during the night, in case any undead would show up, which led to Dworik pointing out a few uncomfortable truths. I've been so focused on unreachable redemption that it seems I haven't paid attention to the needs of those I care about. Especially since I try to use Lavia as a guide to help me understand what good is anyway. She would want to help those in need and wouldn't back away from a fight, and I want to make her proud. I'm ashamed to say Dworik is probably right — I haven't listened to him and the others the way I should. They deserve better from me, and I hope I can repay them. I'm sorry. He's a good friend, and I never want him to feel like I don't care about him. The Raven Queen asked me if I thought he should be brought back when his soul left his body the second time. I told her I didn't believe his full destiny was fulfilled. It seems part of it is to help me see what's needed at the moment.
I should ask Lavia what her history with Dworik is. He made sure to point out that they hadn't been involved romantically or physically, which didn't really bother me anyway, but now I'm curious. I don't know nearly as much about her as I'd like to.
Also: Emon. We're finally here, and the city is much bigger than I expected. It's hard to tell, but it might even be more impressive than Waterdeep! Outside is a large scar in the landscape, with embers and even fire burning along it. According to Ellywick, it's the remnant of a dragon attack decades ago. The city itself is strange. I'm used to big cities, but everything here is just a little bit different. The wind carries accents that had unfamiliar notes, the clothes follow unknown fashions, the sounds reflect foreign accents and beings. I don't think I've felt so far away from home since we first arrived in this world.