[Many of the pages of this journal have been shredded or are too covered in blood to be legible.] Sundas It has been two weeks since Vitellus' death, and I fear that Mother will never truly accept the fact that he is gone. She visits his grave nightly, though I do not believe she knows I have seen her go. She speaks to him there, apologising for sending him on his last mission. I know in my heart that he would have sought no other end. Better to die fighting for the honor of the Guild than to waste away in a life of relative safety. ... Middas ... Morndas ... Loredas ... Turdas ... Loredas ... ... ...