_Page Three_ I don't know how much longer I can hold out... All of the boats have been burned. The false gods and their "golden city" rest somewhere beyond the mountains, so I can't travel north. I've managed to stow myself in the tomb. Which is fitting. After the restoration, we told the villagers it was an inn. Pushed them inside for "safety." How many people died in here? Any day now, the twins or Manikaz or some other god-masked charlatan is going to pull me out of here by the hair and bleed me out over a rock. I hope whatever the Unseen Ones are running from tears them apart.