Songs by the Hearth
Thaal’s Journal – Entry 20
((this page is stained with a couple dozen drops of blood))
I will always have these Weeping Woods when the mortal world is too much to bear. I am grateful. Cryva’s cold comforts and sideways answers are starting to feel like home. She tells me that she might be able to use my mind to locate the pyramid of Aseroth, but at no small risk to my sanity. Before I can ask her to do as much, I must exercise and embolden my will. What strengthens my mind, and the abates the chill? I will pay special attention to the Cold from now on, and approach this as scientifically as I can. The obvious answer would be a human’s love for his fellows; it may be simply that I approach my own goal by helping others with theirs. I also think it prudent to pick up some musical aptitude soon.
Cryva supports my penultimate goal, but warns of a price to be paid. Something to the tune of “there is more to mortality than the necessity of death”, and that, when I have the chance, I may discover that is not my desire, after all. I won’t waste time speculating; I’ll dance to that tune when it’s played.
Two of my teeth, so far, and I do not doubt the rest to follow… What is It up to now? and why so much bleeding? Aseroth’s penchant for the dramatic, I’d bet. Being left toothless isn’t the worst that could happen to me, but I have a hunch that It has something grander in mind.