The Indros Chronicles - Journal Entry Six
Fireday, 2nd of Sarenith, 4710 AR
Walking back to Sandpoint has given me some time to reflect and write once again. Amiko is safe. Many have fallen to our blades, arrows, magic, and faith. We have slain Nawalia, and saved Amiko from certain sacrifice, but a great weight still rests on my heart, I have a grave feeling all is still not well. It very well may be just the trials and hard times of late, but I can sense an evil so strong its almost palpable. I had thought that slaying Nawalia would give me some relief, put order to the chaos, but I still have this feeling there is yet a greater foe.
I pray often these days, I owe my Gods my life, for without them I would be dead before this day. So many times has my life been on the line, and so many times was my life almost torn from my vessel. Aroden and Iomedae surely watch over me.
Cerein, Revan, Arnis- These are truly great men, and in the short time I have known these fellows each has put the welfare of Sandpoint and its residents before themselves, including myself, I truly could not ask for better companions. Alone none of this would have been posible, and together it seems there is nothing we cannot accomplish. A bond that would have taken years to forge, we have in days through combat and hardship, just as I would lay down my life for these men, so would they for me.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy sword and thy bow, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of Aroden forever.