I looked through all the old places and tried out all the old things. On the surface, nothing seems to have changed. Maybe I was right. Maybe nothing has changed.

I actually tried the cannon again. I vaguely remember that I swore off cannons. I've forgotten why. Maybe it's the danger part - I dunno, it was pretty fun this time round. Maybe because I wasn't squashed into gore. The bandits seemed pretty happy to see me. They let me pass, anyway.

When I ported to Bran, though, and went to the temple, I stopped. I guess going to a temple wasn't a good idea. I thought of the mad cleric and I hurt.

**The following writing is written in a shakier hand, and seems to scratch a bit deeper**

Scratch that - I'm on the snowy plateaus now