It is with a heavy heart that I put these thoughts to paper. Eileen was the reason that I am an adventurer today. Always quick with a smile, and a bowl of her famous stew; she cultivated an atmosphere of warmth and acceptance in the guild hall. Post 132 will never be the same. She was the one who got me my first gig as a sailor; fishing on a little vessel out of Hull Cove; she encouraged me to get out and see the world, and to expand my horizons. I think she hoped that I would extend her hospitality in another village like Duncaster one day.
Now she's gone.
I am not sure that things will ever recover from the events of the last few days, but without Eileen, things will always be a bit darker at what used to be my home. Duncaster hasn’t really been home since I left 10 years ago. All the sites and sounds of my childhood brought back fond memories, but the fact is, the sea is home. The Nalano is home. At least for now. To honor her memory, we must look to the future, and rebuild the town that was savagely taken from us. The house of Pelor, stalwart in the preservation of the community for so long cannot take this task on alone. So many of you have heard, but I actually saw one of the priests turn into a DEMON. There are several ominous things that have gone on here in the last few days, but this to me is the most disturbing. I will not let this color my perception of the faith as a whole, but i am very unsettled by this. I will lend whatever aid I can to bring peace and stability back to Duncaster.