“I could see it in their faces, even in Nebin’s as he told me in his “matter of fact” tone. Another confrontation with Kanzerin…, our burden grew heaver. Worst for Flinn himself, Kanzerin held the cause and the “solution” to the affliction. What could we do now?
Press forward it would seem, and yet, I find myself in darker corridors than before. There are many branches in my path. Each new one seems to go on and on. The same cold walls, the ever dimming candles, and worse of all, the stillness of the air. It reminds me of that dread chamber in the underdark. I am lost and alone, and yet… I am not.
I push onward.
Many things wait for me in these haunted halls. I do the best I know to. I follow the brightest lights, but sometimes they all look the same. As if they are all about to go out. Sometimes I am the only light there. But my light too has been put out once already.
My friends walk in this place too, but we must each find his own path. We will all meet at the end, this I know, but entering from different doors.
Until then I walk on.
Someone, or… something walks nearby. I can feel it, or maybe, them
? Its hard to tell at times. I dont know what they want from me, and its colder now.
They whisper, and I walk.
Journal of Alek Korban. Officer’s records of Haven.