Since the last entry, the group is joining a guild and making peace with an angry spirit, lives continue on in an odd way. Now being summoned upon by a mysterious entity, the group makes its way to his castle to see what surprises await them there. One never knows what they may win or lose in a night.

When I tell you this, I hope that no one will find this to judge me.

I am not good with men. The only time I’ve ever really interacted in a “romantic” way with a man was the man I was supposed to marry.

That turned out terrible when I spat at his feet and told him that he could go rot in all of the nine hells for all I really cared about.

This one...He was different.

After being summoned by something for Moriz, the monk, Thorn and I were kicked down to the basement.

[I wasn’t kicked, but Thorn and the monk whose name is Ali, were kicked down.]

When I had gotten down there, I decided to not join in with the dragon-born and most of the other slaves. I found an interest elsewhere.

There was a fighting pit in the back with a lot of people. It took a few minutes to get back there, but when I did, it was amazing.

I took a spot next to a tall and handsome man. As I peeked my head over the edge of the pit. Odd creatures were fighting each other to death or so it seemed.

I had gotten to talking with the man, finding out that his name was Dijen. A Planeswalker and actually quite friendly. In hearing of my curiosity of his demon stones, he offered me one to use.

Though it took a few minutes to get a hold of how it worked, I did it. My first time with a demon stone and my first time fighting, I won.

It felt great to actually win. The night had been winding down when I was able to get an actual room from my new connection with Dijen.

When I settled in for bed, I felt that my cheeks were very warm. Had I really liked the way that he looked at me? That he smiled at me?

I settled into sleep, and when I woke in the morning, I could feel that something seemed wrong.

Making my way back to the basement, something just didn’t seem to carry the same energy as last night. When I had found my way back to where the others were sleeping, there was something sorely missing. A black dragon-born.

Something pulled at my heart as a harsh sense of dread came down. The others were waking up, but they all seemed to not know what was going on.

Thorn was nowhere in sight. Panic started to set over me as I pulled out the demon stone I had gotten last night.

Using it, I found that my dread was true. Thorn was dead and the only reason I could think of was to save the other dragon-born slaves down here.

As I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, I quickly scrubbed them away with the back of my hand. I would not let them see me cry.

Taking a breath, I stood and I informed them of what happened.

The rest of what happened still aches to share, so I will leave tonight at the fact that we freed many slaves and we helped Thorn’s dream of helping his people.

I lay curled in my same bed, and only wishing that sleep will take me soon so I can escape this hurt.

Goodnight,

May Bahamut take your soul to rest Thorn,

Kava Trelan