You know, of all the things to inherit through the bloodline of the Koghem, a good singing voice was not one of them. It was a gut reaction to sing the song back at Phineas and his goons, and it seemed to work. Why would you go down to pray at a river anyway? Pray at the ocean - way bigger.
That star-faced college rep showed up again. Had her check my Thaumaturgical Nodes, but I was pretty confident that I knew which one was partially blocked - all my soul searching has left me relatively self aware. Told her I was ready to officially rejoin the College. Tried to pull some of my weight to get the new guy Cutter a discount while I was at it. I’ll help the guy out if he needs the scratch.
That creepy Bastelm lady showed up - not the one that makes all the Thrans blush, the other one. We came really close to taking some casualties. I’m glad Ahri is attuned to Mortis now. That will certa...definitely come in handy.
To top it all off, we brought Virgil out of the Blight. Crazy. You could tell the guy was full of himself. I wonder what he knows? Either way, the ritual went off almost perf...without a hitch. Poor Atlas. I wish we could have saved him. I didn’t want to watch them give him his final blow. Guy was begging us to save him - albeit, between bouts of swinging Blight attacks like a manic - but still.
I wonder if there is a theoretical symbol for “friend”.