You look upon this small leather-bound book, tied with a leather strap. The first half of the pages seem to be removed, the small ripped scraps hanging from the binding are the sole reminders of what was once there.
Well, I think it would be a waste to throw away the whole thing. The leather is quite nice, even if it did belong to that cultist. I suppose I will start a journal of sorts. Let’s see… where to start?
Ah yes, I suppose I’ll start with how I met Branwen…
Branwen and I grew up in the town of Thistledown. We were what you could call childhood friends. Eventually our paths diverged, and I found myself training as an acolyte in the Church of Pelor. A few years went by, and eventually I met up with her again.