This is my chance to step aside and make myself scarce. Fortunately, a rising star in the archaeological world is stepping up to help out with Guildmaster duties. What I do know is that I'll need to lay low for a while. One thing: rumour has it that Lord Zaros stepped in when the expedition failed and retrieved the artefact himself. Far from perfect, but enough to work with - given time. Sure enough, she procured some stone tablets with close analogues to the troublesome glyphs, next to more discernible Dragonkin script. Third EntryĪfter a month of useless poring over the Monolith, I was beginning to lose hope. Someone I can trust to slip away quietly and return with what I'm looking for. I'll send a couple of our more ruthless recruits along - who'll make it look like I tried, and whose deaths won't cost me too much sleep. But I've heard that articles of linguistic significance are being unearthed in the surrounding area. A lost cause, of course - no one we've sent has ever returned. There's an artefact there that Lord Zaros covets. He's given me the task of organising an expedition to the site at Orthen. He values my resourcefulness, but has never truly trusted me. He recruited me to help Nabanik rebuild the temple - found a failing student and gave her purpose. I've known Xephos since the early days, before we infiltrated the Guild. You could spend a lifetime looking at this thing and barely scratch the surface, but one thing in particular sticks out to me.Ī series of strange glyphs - older than anything I've tried to decipher before, and like nothing I've ever seen.įor this task, even our most venerable primers are little more than dog-eared lantern stands. I've been studying the Monolith since the day you left. You must have known something was afoot in the Guild. That if somehow you find your way home on your own, you might know that I tried to do the right thing. Should I slip up, and the Inquisitors catch up with me, I want there to be some chance that something of my work survives. So I'm writing these 'Research Notes' - bundling them up and putting them somewhere safe.

They'll hear the first word of dissent that passes your lips - hence my sparkling demeanour and perky grin. Like any good clandestine order, Silhouette keeps track of its members - makes sure you're toeing the line, enacting Lord Zaros's will from the shadows.

I'm furious that I stood by and bit my cowardly tongue while Xephos handed you that cursed shard. I'm angry that you aren't here to bicker with me. That despite myself, I loved archaeology again. That as much as you infuriated me, I couldn't help but be caught up in your blithe outlook and joy in discovery. I sit here writing this - by myself, mind you - on an unconscionably biting spring night by failing lantern light.

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