Seekers of the Abyss

I have mourned my brother and embraced the father of Efran, the apprentice. He provided me with an insight and an encouragement not too dissimilar from the bright philosophy that I base my existence upon; to not fall victim to historical hypotheticals and to look towards the future, not getting ensnared in the past. A kindred spirit! And he was not the only one – Ki’tor has revealed himself to possess genuine empathy, worrying over me and even being the one to suggest holding an impromptu memorial in honour of Pierre-Pascal. I am deeply grateful for his company – especially moving forwards. To think I would ever think highly of someone with such a traditional adherence to poetic verse!
 
And now, much to my discomfort, we are already rushing towards the next tangible lead in our quest. We are not properly outfitted for this task, and as pleasant as Galvatorix is, I feel that volunteering for his labs’ restoration project is premature. Gathering the Planestones appears to be the singular focus of Jane. Goals are instrumental in the pathway to success, but they cannot be allowed to supersede all other means. Planning, preparation, and reconnaissance are necessary components within any sustained campaign – as mundane and boring as it may be. Maximising our chances of survival stands first on my list of priorities. If we leave Dhil Ahldur without every member of this merry band having requisitioned the services of a runesmith, I will politely yet firmly inform Jeanne and the Chancellery that they are welcome to take a more direct role after my departure. It would sadden me terribly. Yet my life is not a commodity.
 
Peu me chaut les caprices des chercheurs de l’abîme. The Swift Mermaid was a travesty that ought never to be repeated, not an example to be followed.