[[Taala]]

*The entry is five pages after the last one. The page is clean but in a beige color by the time passed and the letter are recognizable, clean and legible, contrasting the others entries. It occupies about three pages*

When Fox finally awoke from his fever, he did not know how to feel. He would live, that was for sure. Taala had patched him up well enough.

Was this really the life I had wanted?

As Fox lay in bed recovering from his fever, he couldn't help but think back over the events of the past few days and weeks.

How did it come to this?

Lying feverish in bed, he couldn't help but think.

What path did I take, that led to events spiraling out of control as they have?

Taking that loan to feed his growing alcoholism was not the wisest choice, it would seem. It seemed a good idea at the time. His shop wasn't doing too well, but where's the harm in a few extra coins for a few drinks at the Pony?

Day five and six. (13/05 and 14/05)

The events of late left it so I could not write down my diary thus I left it to Taala a dear friend to trust her with my personal writing.

I was attacked at the night of the fifth day of this journal by a man named Ebold.. he wanted information about indignation but i resisted even if I was angered with them I'd not betray what trust I had with them.. we fought.. I came off with a bad hand stabbed by his dagger I healed it slightly not well enough... the rest of the day was un-eventful..