Personal Notes & Scribbles Pt. 3.

My introduction to my companions was... acceptable, though not without its challenges. They were understandably guarded. My approach, admittedly, may have lacked the gentler courtesies they likely expected. Still, I find such pleasantries irrelevant to a matter of this magnitude.
 
Notes for further observation:
It is apparent, even at a glance, that they lack the discipline to filter or organize the information they encounter. A disarrayed mind is of no use in such endeavours.
 
Sir Thorismund Sandhaussen is particularly noteworthy. He seems deeply burdened by his thoughts, yet those thoughts are expressed with an almost childlike simplicity. His ideas remain unrefined, embryonic. Should we uncover the full extent of the truths that lie ahead, I do not believe he will endure their weight.
 
I, however, will endure.
I must endure.
 
Thorismund’s sole redeeming quality—if it can even be called that—is his relentless determination regarding the task at hand. I suspect his conversational repertoire is limited to three topics: the Trinity, the Island, and the end of the world. These are, admittedly, significant subjects, but his fixation borders on obsessive.
 
Still, his resolve is not without its uses. I am confident that, if pressed, he would take the most extreme measures in service of our mission without hesitation. This recklessness, of course, could prove either a boon or a liability. He possesses an artifact—a set of scales—that appears to embody some abstract "ideal." My lord, ever inquisitive and resourceful, utilized Anastrella to peer into its true nature. What he uncovered was... disquieting. Thorismund, unable to grasp the full implications, unravelled. He has since behaved erratically, further undermining what little faith I had in his competence.
 
Lady Vayra, meanwhile, is wholly devoted to him. Her attachment to Thorismund is as evident as it is troubling. When she perceived a threat to his safety, she did not hesitate to wield magic against me—a decision as impulsive as it was ineffective. The question that lingers is whether Thorismund is her strength or her undoing. If he were removed, would she shatter first? Or would she destroy whoever dared to harm him? This dynamic bears closer observation.
 
Among the more puzzling figures in this ensemble is Ailwyn "Amadon" Shazorwyn, a moon elf and the last heir of House Varlath. His presence here is both unexpected and baffling. I struggle to discern his motivations or his value to the group. He strikes me as little more than a fool, driven by a desire for vengeance against both the Rebellion and the Empire. Such aimless rage is dangerous, and I must determine precisely whom he seeks to destroy.
 
The two self-styled "rebels" are no less problematic.
 
Kappamund Kippowrath is a dragonborn, but regrettably also a sorcerer—a natural ally for the rebellion, I suppose. He carries himself with the self-importance of a would-be hero, clinging to a coin as though it will grant him the strength he lacks. It is the hallmark of sorcerers to rely on luck and raw talent rather than discipline or diligence. His reliance on chance marks him as a liability.
 
Then there is Karim, a child from some Araya. Like Kappamund, he was given more power than he could wield and bears the scars of that overreach. He lacks the wisdom to know when to speak and when to hold his tongue. If fortune favours me, he will continue not to think at all.
 
Frankly, the only justification for resurrecting these two is that they may yet serve as pawns. They will, if nothing else, die for the cause when the time demands it. Even in death, I will ensure they are useful.
 
Despite the absurdity of their prior attempt on my lord's life—a debacle that would be laughable were it not so insulting—Thorismund agreed to speak with him. Lord Salazar, magnanimous as always, chose to share a fraction of his vast knowledge with these misguided souls.