Third Night of Artyom's Expedition - Durant's Thoughts

(I will not die on this mountain.)
 
Artyom was poisoned not long ago, I suspect by the hobgoblins. Apparently they can magically disguise themselves to look like members of our caravan. Wonderful. Now we need to worry about infiltrators in addition to the hostile beasts and spirits, not to mention that Artyom seemed to become possessed by some sort of magical ailment when the poison took effect. Our patron attempted to kill us, not of his own will.
 
(Will I die on this mountain?)
(I will not die on this mountain.)
 
The hobgoblins have siezed our camp. Maybe they realized that we countered their attempt to poison Artyom and decided on a more direct approach, or were simply moving in to finish the job. Sadon and I managed to carry Artyom back to our soldiers' encampment, so we are safer for the moment, but they will be coming for us shortly.
 
(I will die on this mountain.)
(I will not die on this mountain.)
 
Artyom said something about "my fate" before we knocked him unconscious. The poison he took, and the poison the hobgoblins are using on their weapons, feels somehow unholy. It smells of death, of elemental evil. I'll need to worry about both of these matters when we're not fighting for our lives.
 
(I will die on this mountain.)
 
Moshe slept through everything, and is presumably still in the camp the hobgoblins are currently burning. Eloria, Silvertongue and Sybil are all gone. I thought they were checking the perimeter of the camp, that they would come back. They didn't come back. Sadon is here. I am so grateful for that. Everyone else...
 
(I will die on this mountain.)
 
...
 
Agroth-Torr, I know that You are with me, and know that I am with You. I am Your vanguard.
 
O Gods-Ascendant, I fight in Your names, for the day Kheyrohn shall be free once more.
 
Artificer-Divine... please watch over Sadon. He is worthy of Your grace.
 
River's Embrace, Root of the Forest, Artificer-Divine, Gods-Ascendant... we are in a moment of dire need. We seek to do Your work, against the forces of the Undying. Please... if it is within Your power, keep us from harm.
 
...
 
(I refuse to die on this mountain.)