Tattered Notes
This place is dark, but the Lady's Light shines yet. Just as the drow had almost broken through, Jarrus rallied the last of the initiates and charged forth. For a moment, the cavern shone with Selûne's own brilliance. I'd have gladly gone with them, wound or no, but Jarrus bade me stay and hold the gate until his return. I am to keep the records, too - I'll save space to write of his victory. ———- It's been days (hours?) since we collapsed the tunnel. They were supposed to return after the battle - I cannot dig it out on my own. ——-- My eyes won't get used to this darkness, but I can hear them stripping the dead. I'm sorry. I haven't learned the death rites yet, but I will hold the gate. I promise. [This final entry is barely visible - more faint scratches than legible writing.] sorry