Turn Three.

There have been many offers of help and assistance. Nothing like an illness that might kill you to bring the kindness out of those that once despised you.

I have remained in Caern. When I found the strength to slip through the trapdoor, I returned to the house my family once occupied. I was rather glad to see it standing, unoccupied, and still painted the same horrendous green it was as a youth. Exploration was a must, but the body was not willing. I took refuge just inside the door and have faded in and out of consciousness.

Emilia has asked my whereabouts. We need to continue our lessons if we intend on getting her to the temple on time; however, with this disease, I fear that will not happen.