3rd Respitesday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: I've been a silent observer in Isenara's mind as we ventured into the ruins, where the digging crew had uncovered something extraordinary. The entrance we found was sealed with a lock that required more than just strength to open, but cunning and patience too. Once inside, we faced trials, each one themed around the constellations of Eraneth. The trial of the Actor was particularly revealing; Zaelith tried to clear the air about his family's curse, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the magic. Then, it was Isenara's turn, and she hesitated before confessing our unique situation - that we share this body. The mask accepted her truth, allowing us to move forward.
Eventually, we reached a chamber where sitting at a grand table meant our minds would connect, any lie instantly known to all. Isenara wisely decided to show rather than tell, and there I was, brought forth to face the scrutiny of our companions. I answered all their questions, explaining our life from my perspective. Malakar, though, seemed unconvinced, suspecting it might be a case of a fractured psyche rather than two distinct souls in one body. But for that moment, I had my voice, and I made it clear that we are indeed two, not one.
4th Amerysday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: Isenara's impulsiveness while the magic users attempted to wrestle the control of the primal vortex has once again led to our body being battered and broken. This was our second attempt, and while we did manage to forge a ley line of primal air magic, the cost was high. Isenara's invention worked, directing this new flow of energy towards the town, but she pushed too hard, too fast, without concern for taking much cover. Our body, our shared vessel, now aches with fresh wounds, not even fully healed from the last encounter. I can feel every bruise, every cut, as if they were mine alone, yet they are ours.