Yesterday, when I was elected again, a sense of indebtededness
struck me. What do the people of Gludin really expect me to do,
how can I help them.
I woke up from my dreams, sweat all over.
This morning I was looking at the ruins of Gludio, still enveloped in smoke and it made me wonder, what keeps those fires burning, day after day, month after month. The magical powers of the Lastabad army must be beyond everything I can imagine.
Maybe I can find the answers to all of this by doing more research on the nature of fire.
Thus I traveled to the Mainland dungeon that is close to Gludio remembering the tales I heard about the dogs from hell that dwell within it's depths.
There are those moments when the bloodstream is pulsing and a hot headed mind with cold feet seeks a cure ...
I didn't find the answers that I was seeking, but after many fights I came out, body and mind strengthened. Maybe one day I will be strong enough to follow the trails of the Lastabad army and discover the secrets of their magic.
