Abandoned Journal
[The handwriting is a hasty, lopsided scrawl. About the pages are blots of ink and what may be smudges of dried blood.) Lady Shar continues to preserve me, though escape is impossible. The beast still prowls our halls, though the sounds of battle no longer reach my ears. I fear all my brothers and sisters have fallen in defence of the Nightsinger's sacred Gauntlet. But I shall wait. The beast will not linger for long, surely. [A shorter entry, the handwriting even more skewed and erratic.] The beast still remains. Why does it not just leave? And why does it sing? The food is gone. ] must preserve my strength. [The final entry is barely legible.] Mistress, embrace me. Please.