I had no predictions or expectations for Janthir beyond legend and Saul's writings, but the storms are ferocious and the climate is unforgiving. It makes me yearn for a mighty fire in the manor as plates of meat are carried to me on shimmering trays... Fantasies, of course, but I must allow myself to dream something sweet, should indulgence escape my new lifestyle. What a shame that would be. I'm not sure what Saul found in Janthir, but the Unseen Ones spoke to him here. The real golden ones and not some graven images that spill falsehoods... Saul wrote of treasures, magic, and weapons. Places only seen by those lucky enough to be chosen by our true gods. If I follow his path, then perhaps whatever we find here is the advantage I am owed. The queen's face, laced with guilt as she hands me her crown, is my guiding star. --- My company is meager—ten soldiers and Valette. The latter, unfortunately, is displeased with the weather. Her expectations of enlightenment are romantic. Which is fine; keeping her passionate and motivated must remain a priority in my planning, but the others look at her with judgment. That does not help. I am pleased that my followers came when called. Ulrich tells me that Xera is tightening her loyalty while I "hide in shadow," but nobody will take my status. Those here with me in Janthir see that truth. Hopefully our discoveries will be fruitful in affirming my place on the golden path as confessor. And with my enemies dead.