Originally Posted by Blueraven's Grimoire, Diary Section
Evernorth has changed. My father, Brayden Law, is dead. My little sister has apparently become an axe-crazed Sway-botherer. Of my older brothers, one has become even more jaded and bitter than I; the other is living a dream that I feel like I'm stomping all over just by being here.
I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. Or that it's already happened in part. Looking back on it now, I think I may have felt this way ever since I first set foot back in Salvar. It doesn't help that I've been hounded almost every step of the way by...
Gods.
Who haven't I made enemies with now?
The nightmares have stopped at least. Or perhaps they've just gotten less coherent. I didn't die in my sleep last night. Or come back from the dead to kill those I care for. All I remember is a white-covered street, her voice, and a name: Justina. Good to know I'm still at least a bit of a sap. I think at this point, I've seen too much real evil and coldbloodedness to think I'm a bad person anymore. Or to want to be one.
I guess I just want what Tancred showed me back when I visited Scara Brae...