As told by Trif Teak
13th of Elient
My mind and body is barely holding up, my heart is aching from the loss of friends and companions. Even when I close my eyes and let the forces of nature surround me my mind can’t find rest. The questions force their way into my mind: What is my role in this world? How do I continue from here when all I do is failing to help? Is home where I'm heading or what I left? Can I hold on to the idea that good will come when all I see is pain suffering and dark forces?
Ellumin is gone, Dorne is gone and now Jessie too. She gave up her fight against Delilah's wedding clothes here in Barovia, hung herself - even if my heart refuse to believe it. I tried to give her a last resting ground engulfed in beauty but the forces of nature are corrupted in this place and thorns now mark Jessie’s grave. But I'm not alone, new travel companions surround me. I keep my distance but don’t want to be alone either in this place, I'm lost! I'm not any closer in finding the Eye Bright flower so the people of Fleen can heal. If Azur was the source of the Gashur Mist who is controlling it now or even before? I can’t go back there. I hope Gothrionne can hold the mist at bay and have opened its doors to refugees.
The Codex Pages are a mystery to me, from the moment I put foot on the Dome Trader boat people have sought it and gone to great length and even harm to steal it. It has to be more than a communication device between old families of Codotha. I'm not sure how much of my journey I should reveal to my new travel companions, I don’t trust them and I'm not sure if I want to trust them, at least not Orzen. I think Orzen or Fain may be interested in the Codex but he is not to be trusted. Pike mostly does what he's told and Ezra has a calm about her I like, to her nothing is complicated. It is either good or bad, yes or no, black or white. Can I convince them to help the people of Cordotha?
Right now we're trying and failing to help Ismark and his step-sister Ireena to the village of Vallaki. We're trapped in the Old BoneGrinder Mill with kids we freed from Morgantha and her sisters, with bats and wolves surrounding us. We have bared the doors and windows but what is our escape plan, down? I think we've accepted a fool’s errand at the Vistani camp, Madam Eva may hold knowledge about my place in this world and I want to honor my promise to bring her wine but Youri’s intentions and mannerisms was that of someone who’s allegiances are unseen.