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Since our caravan has split into two, every day raises desperation. How I wish Queen Jezmina had stayed — her grace and beauty would be a much-needed balm. Just yesterday, I heard Lazlo sobbing in his tent. He misses home... As do I.

We saw signs of survivors at a Flame Sanctum. It was a whole day's diversion — and for nothing. Despite the Shroud encroaching on them, these fools do not feel the need to join our ranks. They believe this to be a divine Ancient punishment, a curse that may yet be lifted if they atone enough.

Let's see how long their prayers may feed them. We must stay on track... Pikemead's Reach is still miles away.

— Commander Cyrus, 507 D.A.