(In Dwarven)
Day 40.
I must admit it feels a bit strange to be writing here what could readily be spoken out loud. I have never wasted the time in the past to make feeble parchment records of events that should be passed down in songs or carved in murals in the rock. But recent events have caused my thoughts to shift.
The life of a paladin is more than just a life. His actions have an effect beyond his own time. I realize this now that Ryan has fallen. He was as courageous as anyone could be, and our leader in battle. If one such as he can fall to the evil in this place, than who's to say the rest of us won't follow?
We will press on, of course. To turn around now is not our way. Not the paladin way. We must press on, to honor our fallen leader, comrade, friend. To seek justice on the evil that took him.
I write this now to be sure that sacrifices are not forgotten. We do not know what else may be lurking in this mine, but we will find out, one way or another. We have our own strength, we have a renewed determination, and we have the gods on our side.
There is no doubt in my mind that the gods were on Ryan's side as well, and may they guide him on whatever path he now walks. It weighs on my mind that it's possible none of us may survive the depths of this mine. In that case, I place my hope in this piece of parchment, that perhaps when someone overcomes the evil here, that they will at least know of our time here.
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