Trey'Vor's Journal 8th November 1246
General Summary
Gods! This language is a mess. It lacks the lyrical flow of Yuan. All vowel sounds and plosives.
I have found the God Shard. She really didn’t want it found. Personally, I think building an intricate network of tunnels and catacombs under an abandoned temple is a bit on the nose for an evil Empress. But I am but a humble Kobold. Certainly, keeping host of dangerous creatures imprisoned seems a bit much. And what was up with that creepy singing guy? There are signs someone else has been down here too. That Sphinx said he’d seen someone “alive and very hairy”. I think he’s going a bit daft with the isolation though. All he could explain further was that they didn’t some by often and always beat his riddle. I suggested he get more than one, but he seemed insulted. Said his was “traditional.”
Bloody typical that this city is dead. I only saw one inn, and it was full of the dead. Not one living soul here except me. I could sorely use a cold drink and a warm partner.
Well, no use putting it off any longer. Time to get on with the ritual.
Why did you have to go off the deep end, Say’Rah? We had it good in the old times.
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