Righteous Inclination

Well, we are, certainly. Yet only some are accustomed to such esteemed iron-fettered lodgings. I wouldn’t dare call myself one of them – I’m merely a novice of the art. And as I’m currently penning this entry in front of an audience, I shall keep myself short. But not without a certain authorial flair. My view of Jane has become slightly clearer – and much muddier. At the preserved ancient battlefield by the Crag, I saw in her the same blank expression and aimless gaze that I’ve seen from countless veterans from the Succession Wars. She may just be very invested in her craft – whatever that actually entails – or perhaps she was reminded of some trauma suffered in the past. A burden no one should have to bear. Especially not in silence. The gloomy tragedy of yesterday is charted by the radiant happiness of tomorrow!
 
And on that subject, the brutal demise of one of the conspirators was particularly striking. It would seem death follows their organisation every step of the way. Whilst I would levy many a harsh condemnation on their deficient taste in vinous beverages – Aeryonian vintage is a particularly outrageous choice – I do not want this. But if the restless spirit of the curiously contemporary priest of Anwhe is anything to go by, we should get familiar with deceit, treachery, and misguidance. I assume unforeseen mortal incidents to be part of this unwelcome bundle. Unfortunately for our adversaries, they face a foe that cannot be truly felled until the very last ember of hope in this world is extinguished!
 
That’s all for now. I’d do my Legion and lineage a disservice by not entertaining our very polite watchmen. It’s the least a Frankling can offer in these trying times.