Journal Entry: Before Sleep in the Way Town

Heracles help us, what have we done.

It seemed so clear. There was a great city of evil vines, and a great bloody tree in the middle. The tree was the source of the evil. We had to get in. We had to find out what was in the tree, what evil it bore. Whether it was the same evil that beset the mines, that started the plague.

We didn't let it loose, but it's small comfort. We would have. We were simply less efficient than whatever set this thing loose.

And if it's creatures that we met are any indication, it's not even evil. Whoever heard of a walking tree anyway, but it's still not much smarter than the wood it is.

It's not evil. Just hungry.

And we have let it loose near a great city that already thinks poorly of Paladins. How shall we look them in the eye, knowing that we would have unleashed this great beast on them, that would eat their children and destroy their city?

Whatever lives this tree destroys, they are on our souls as surely as if we had let it loose ourselves.

We have to destroy it. It is the only possible atonement for what we would have done.

I can only pray to Heracles that the dragon was wrong, and that we are strong enough for the task.

We must be. There is no other choice.