I'm not the message-in-a-bottle type, but I got a real sense that something bad's about to happen to us. Swell of the sea feels off. Hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Oh, and we're sailing for Gandara to test ourselves against the Lich. So I guess it's a little more than a hunch. I got no family or friends short of my mates aboard the Scimitar, so I got nobody to say goodbye to. Instead of any heartfelt stuff, I got a warning for whoever finds this: it's bad all over, it's getting worse, and in the end, it'll take us all. Don't waste what little time you got left taking orders from idiots.