Saint Ellenica’s prayer book is here, but so too are the thrice-damned bandits. As if Rivenspire didn’t have problems enough!
Even I am no match for swarms of bandits. I retreated here to tend my wounds and write these words. The bandits wait for me to die. I fear not, for I have Arkay’s protection.
Saint Ellenica is buried here, somewhere. I can feel her presence. I hope it was all worth it.
