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No rest was of taken in room of the dead witch. Mine blood boils and mind burns at the thought oft the creatures brought forth by such as that witch. Ist as unhealthy as the hot tears that couldst not be of hidden smearing mine cheeks at such needless death as have of witnessed this day. Stepped out oft room to wipe mine face of my handkerchief. Wast ma's once. Simpler than the one that replaced it. With regrets, tis sullied now with grime and grief shed for those mine blood screams art not worthy of such, but mine heart yet aches for.
 
Fear of the day when such violence dost not move mine feelings so.
 
As waited by this last door a fifth tally wast laid upon inside of mine shield. Five spared death by mine choice and hand since leaving of the Vale with naught slain to balance. Wilt not reverse the scouring, but same wilt not hasten. May give comfort in days ahead that choices made has purpose and meaning. Each mark a life given time to continue. Mayhaps one such mark wilt make a difference.
 
Came upon last room. Led the path as others marked and bloodied by the conflict. Leant mine light to Honored Mara to seal worst of her wounds and felt my flesh sear and tear open. Not even dousing with waterskin soothes scouring as once did. Was careless sacrifice to wound self in healing another, but her life ist worth saving. Have questions if Honored Mara would disagree given some things that have passed her lips. May be best not to ask. Wilt not change desire to see her live. So in such a way her agreement or not to my belief that her life ist worth preserving dost not matter.
 
Within this final refuse oft evil a pool of maroon ichor rested center. With six wicked bloated corpses that walked. Made haste as a man who still breathed was dragged by one such walking corpse towards pool. With all mine strength I rained down blow after blow. Wast not enough. Honored Mara and Sir Ashton may fell these foes with a lone swing, but mine strength ist yet lacking. Wouldst give unto fear, but mayhaps tis best violence not yet holds sway to make upon my person the monster that threatens to burst forth in searing flameless fire.
 
Would be of lie ift were to say mine pride were not wounded that couldst not even fell one such blight and yet Honored Mara struck down not only her quarry, but too the one had attempted to lay low mineself. Ift she had gone to slay him in my place, the one thrown to drown in the muck may yet live. Tried I did to pry the one sent to drowning from the ichor with mine stave, but wast deeper still than could delve.
 
Such needless loss.
 
On passage hence we stopped upon room oft stone statue. Sir Harper found its great maw held closed by cloth of bright colors. Trap was upon it. Broken by Miss Velvet. Wouldst have spat fire am told? The cloth am told wast oft importance, but mine heart wast not in the finding of trinkets or treasures any further. The others suspect I do may have rifled the dead both recent and not for belongings. Try not to think of such. Ist not decent to consider.
 
Freed of this hovel our band made to stop by church to deliver of information and captive. Learned of man taken by city guard with strange description. One Miss Velvet took much interest in? For some cause blonde hair holds sway over her questions. Mayhaps blonde holds her fancy? Wilt have to give council to Student ArlinVal that he may have a suitor soon ift blonde draws her gaze so.
 
We then came to a inn, ate, whilst Sir Harper and Student AlinVal sang and performed. Mine legs grew restless and saw self out into the town. To watch the sun set and make purchase oft a wooden unicorn and small knight. Never had much toys at home. Lest not new and imported such as these. Ist a guilty feeling to spend coin on such things, but find them to give of comfort. Whilst there strange thing occurred? Within toy shop came upon two rasps by set oft music makers. Both hid one of beautiful inlay and vibrant colour behind the others as to protect it. One orange, other of pink. Spake oft savings coins for the box. Their plight gave soothings to a heart aching from the day. Ift bought the box would provide much insult, they art working for the box. How terrible a thing to snatch their hard earned work from them and give upon them the box as if they couldst not acquire it by their own merit? At home such insult would demand retribution or admission of weakness in them.
 
Could no such thing permit.
 
So offered the orange a spot oft work. He works in deliveries? So he makes of delivery then I give of coin for the box. Mattered little what was delivered. So chose a box of my own fancy. Sent to one think may appreciate music. Wilt never lay claim to such a deed as again to give such a gift would suggest he could not have gotten on his own, but have hopes the day might be brightened in such a gift of music.
 
Ift not, have no cause to think of. Mine day wast brightened the moment Rasp Laynie of pink scales clasped the music box laced with glass beads from the coins provided unto the one who was sent to deliver mine package.
 
Wast.. nice.. to see another so happy.
 
If only could feel such joy mineself this day.