Catalinna

It felt their arrogant steps long before they came into view of the mouth of the cave, dark and low, blending into the uncertain terrain of the Midgewater Marsh. It felt their approach silently, curious as to their goals and already angered by their attitude. The pair did not think to be concerned that their passage through the Midgewater Marshes had been unmolested by any of the local goblin tribes. The Goblins and other beasts all knew well to stay well away from the cave and the secret paths that led to it, unless summoned.

Sindalea leans back against the mossy rocks and stares into the distance. The sun has started to set, illuminating the Twilight Lake with a dim, violet glow. The woman sighs, having longed for this moment of solitude for a while now. For the first time since leaving Bree, she lights up her thin wooden pipe. Sweet, intoxicating smoke fills her lungs. The voices and sounds coming from the Rangers' camp are slowly drowned out of her mind, leaving her to her own thoughts. 

It seems a lot has transpired since I last made an entry. This is probably going to be quite a long one, but where do I even begin?

I must say, I am surprised at myself. Venturing into the tombs of kings, I figured that I would feel a little more irreverent, but I felt nothing of the sort. Only the cord pulling me and Catalinna deeper and deeper into the king's space. Of course, I did my best to collect more academic information for Sin, but my curiosity apparently could not be quenched.