Frightful times, but haven't they ever been so?

Every time I wake it is to the criers call of raids that harry the towns.
Small, inconsistent, seemingly random raids.
After the massive attacks I've seen, I should consider these a respite. And yet...I consider them all the more frightening. Either the more powerful beasts are being reserved for some purpose, or some-thing seeks to distract us with the petty attacks.
I do not favor either option.

Though I missed much of the meeting in Branishor, I've heard tid-bits and rumors. I've meant to corner Viv and ask her about some things but I've yet to find a good time to do so. Of any in the Order I know, her I feel the most comfortable in talking to.

From what I hear, opening the doorway and jumping in seems to be a favored notion. Before I left I'd heard some question if there was any other information to be found regarding the era in which those fighters took the 'weapon' into the doorway but I don't think anything is actually known. Pardon me if I sound the coward, but I'd hope we know a bit more before we callously throw lives into Deaths maw.

I've my Royal Crystal back now, thanks to Lucy and 'Tasha, and I oft find myself worrying the crest with my thumb. I'm glad to have my talisman, such as it is, back with me. A reminder, and a promise.

All there is left is to dig; I"m convinced there must be something else in the remaining site. Something to help us gain more insight into how to fight.