I fear it, still. That thing that drives men mad... it is a fate far worse than death, I think, to lose one's mind. It is not a warrior's death.
Still, I am glad of it. If there is one thing to be learned from the tales of Heracles, it is that we are at our greatest when we have a task to set forth to, something to strive for. When the path is clear, so are men's minds, and this path is a clear one.
Yesterday, the path was not. Our party was on the verge of split. Hrogar's treachery led his gods to demand penance from him, as is right and proper. He thought it would lead him to Point of Origin. A fine quest for him, I am certain, and I felt he should go. It is only by seeking one's forgiveness from the gods that one can find the light of their sight again.
But for some bizarre reason, there were those among us that felt they must go with him, and profrane his quest by their presence. It is a strange thing, to me, to try to rob a man of his penance, but they insisted. Our cleric would have gone with them.
The gods light shined upon us, and the way was made clear. Hrogar's god asked him to descend into the mines and face the evil there. While a simple journey is one man's quest alone, this quest is surely great enough that the glory might be shared, and his absolution might still be found. It may kill him, but at least he shall die safe in the arms of his gods, and not dead in their sight.
As for the rest of us, we shall see what evil lies in this place, and we shall test our valor.
It will be a mighty battle.
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