It’s quiet in the Tomb of N’rolav, too quiet. As I press on I tend to look to my inner thoughts to keep me company but it’s tough. It’s not at all like the days I hunted in the tomb of the Valorn desert. Pressing on and fighting at nearly every turn I am well aware of the dangers that surround me. I remember the time when I thought even the shield bearers of the demon raids were tough but now I know true fear.

If it wasn’t for my guild brothers I surely would have gone crazy by now. The RoK is still doing quite well. I have a lot of faith in my brothers. I feel we are close because of everything that has happened in the last month. I have been asked by a couple of guilds if I wanted to join but I tell them my place is behind the leadership of the RoK and with my brothers and sisters. Perhaps people think I have no loyalty because of my recent switch in guilds but that is not the case. I sought out my hearts desire for a long time before I spoke with JKD. I will not leave now.

I have done little with the Voice this month. We may even skip this issue. I have a lot to think about and make some tough decisions. I still believe in the Voice but maybe it’s becoming something I never intended it to be. I will look at it again and see where I can go with it. On top of that Edenn has been busy with her new guild. I defiantly understand, I was there once. It’s a lot of hard work; I wish the best for her.

Last night I brought Pirate Ale from the swashbuckler to the Dundee Inn, Jeffrey is always kind to me even when I bring in drinks from another establishment, he owes me at least that. It was nice to promote our guilds local pub a bit. It is always open to anyone and very easy to find. I will perhaps throw a party there when I make another level just to show people how great it is.