1st Judicday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1854: Our encounter with the dwarves at their mountain holdout resolved through negotiation, a choice that spared lives and resources while granting access to the griffin roost. This move is unlikely to yield us future allies, these dwarves will have a hard time reintegrating in their society as is, but it should also not cause us any future conflict. Perhaps some dwarven hold will reach out to us with thanks. Time will tell. For now, it opens new avenues for study, particularly of the roost’s potential. I'm sure Lady Aria would be glad to have a unit of griffon riders at her command.
The months that followed were a treasure trove of knowledge, as I immersed myself in research, spending most of my free time with Lorelei, who shared the stories she had of Luthais, while I simultaneously poured through what I knew about pre-sundering Hrivenor, cross referencing the stories with historical record. We unearthed intriguing details about Luthais: his ability to recover memories across incarnations is a phenomenon I long to dissect, perhaps it will allow Isenara and I solve our current conundrum, and his intent to meet the headmaster of a nearby magic school—one tied to a perilous moment when our souls were nearly lost—sparks both curiosity and caution. What does he seek there? The prospect of investigating that school pulls at my thoughts, promising answers to questions I’ve yet to fully form. Going into that school can have transformative consequences for Isenara and I, but in what direction will that take us? I know that no matter what, I will stay at my sister's side, as she will at mine.
3rd Respitesday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1854: Venturing out to explore areas Selestiel scouted, we prioritized an undead griffin roost near our aviary. The endeavor yielded petrified griffin eggs, a fascinating addition to our menagerie that I’m eager to study—could their petrification hold clues to ancient magics? What caused it, and can it be reversed? Zaelith thinks so. Next, we approached a peculiar cabin at the mountain’s edge, its ominous aura suggesting more than mere abandonment. As soon as we entered, it tried to eat us! It was by pure coincidence that most of the group have obtained armor made of black dragon scale, and its acidic attacks were easily shrugged off. Aelorna’s discovery of a miniature model, which, when lifted, caused the house to collapse into itself, was a brilliant stroke. The house was sentient, a predator of sorts, and its portability raises questions about its origins. I wish I could have examined it further, perhaps before we decide to use it as a weapon against our enemies.