Naveen's Journal

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14 Therendor 992 YK
Picked up a new journal on our way out of Sharn. Konstadin seemed to find it funny. Fuck him. I need a place to put my thoughts where I know he cannot listen in.

People say the war has ended in Breland, given how long it has been since this land has seen any major battles. They may be right in Wroat or Sharn, but you wouldn’t know it out here in the west. Weeds twist around old wagons and half-collapsed fortifications, while the poor and hungry pick through the wreckage. I tripped over a half-buried warforged while emptying out the chamberpots last night. A right mess.

18 Therendor 992 YK
Set up camp in the muck and of course, first thing I do when I am setting up my tent is drop my quill in the mud. Demora has lent me hers thankfully. They call this place the Troll Fens, but in my opinion not even a troll would reside in this stink.

Konstadin says there is something here and has ordered the others to start digging. I have been spared this duty. In this way, he has accidentally done me a favor by breaking my fingers. I am still hot at him however it is the new girl that I blame for my troubles. I know she was the one who saw me sneaking extra rations for myself. Fancy blonde bitch.

3 Eyre 992 YK
It has been sometime since I have been able to write in this journal. Konstadin has been keeping us busy. When we are not working, we are to recite tales of the ancient Daelkyr gods and pray for their return. Demora and Jana have been leading this as they can read from the books Konstadin has given.

I have not seen the sun for over a week and it feels sometimes that we are closer to Khyber than home. At Konstadins direction, we have come across this old city deep below the surface. I would call it a ruin, but everything appears to be in perfect condition. We drove off most of the fish people but Konstadin told us to keep a few as prisoners for him. I do not envy them.

5 Eyre 992 YK
As long as I live I will never overcome my revulsion upon hearing the sounds of Konstadin “interrogating” the prisoners. The poor things said we had entered the domain of something called Mavadtorop. Konstadin raised a tentacle at that.

Despite the hours of screaming we still have not found a way to open this door. Demora has gone back to fetch some tools. I suppose if anyone were to be able to figure this out, it would be a dwarf. }}