While a few words, sentences, and even whole paragraphs had been lost to time, yet even so, the journal was remarkably preserved for the most part. Wingate's gentle touch kept the book from falling apart. For the most part, it was an ordinary journal, cataloguing someone's life, but then, half way to the end, was some remarkable bit regarding the exploration.

[color=f7976a]Day 1: Arrived on the shore of the new country. Supplies are low and I've heard rumors of mutiny. But, my spirits are high. If what the Gishkan woman back home told me, this land holds a lot of treasure. Father, mother, you laughed at me when I became an adventurer, but you'll lose out when I come back home with treasure.

Day 5: We've found it. The rumored tombs that dot the landscape of this country. Said to be full of strange artifacts and powers beyond our (illegible for a few sentences). Many are claiming this place to be cursed, but it's all but rumors and lies from overly superstitious folk. Will right again when we make progress.

Day 11: (Paragraph mostly illegible, except for a couple of sentences at the end). A bodyguard and I will go in after him tomorrow. In the entrance was a small dagger, said to act as a key. We'll hang on to it. Glows brightly when our magic users interact with it.[/color]

The journal ends there. [color=8882be]Poor soul... I hope his descendants carry on his will of adventuring...[/color]