Captain's Log, Day 3 in The Shrine of Ru'Avitau:
My merits have been capped for some time now, supplies are waning and the morale amongst the Trusts is low. The clank of the shards filling my satchel echo loudly in these barren hallways and yet the enemy hardly notices my presents until my blade is already cutting them down. I'm beginning to see a smile in those cold, lifeless eyes... mocking me, for they know the treasure casket they were protecting only contains some rotting sandfish.
Captin's Log, Day 3 and 3 hours in:
My sanity was running thin. I kept wondering if maybe sacrificing Cherukiki in Promathia's name would appease the golem spirits... Altana must have been looking out for her because miraculously the next casket contained the precious treasure for which I started this tedious expedition.