This world so dark and unforgiving, so full of death and despair. How could such a world have spawned people of such faith and devotion to their fellow man? They set to the task that Master Lorimer left for us with such vigor and even though the people of this cursed town dog us every step of the way they have not lost faith! In fact they look at me as if I'm the one who is out of place. They treat me as if I'm the one who is bring gloom to their world, not the world itself. It's as if they have dare I say it...hope. Could it be? Hope in this Land! I admit that all are problems are not without cause. I should not have struck that old man, but in my defense the mob looked to be out for blood and had laid Mandrake low. They would have done the same to all of us if I had not broken their spirit.
Now we fight to red this town of the curse that dwells deep within its prison and even though we have killed the walking dead, ghosts, and phantoms the people still hate us. Me most of all and yet my friends still fight on. "Friends" I have friends? surely they must be or they could have let me die many a time by now. Or perhaps their "honor" doesn't allow such acts of callousness. I will have to explore this, the possibility of actual friends! For now though I will follow them and fight their fight. Who knows maybe their is hope in this world.
"Alec are you ready to continue?"
"right Seraphan."
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