You pick up the page and read it.
The year of the Lord 605 A.D.
The days have been long and arduous. Those who have chosen to stay
look older at the dawn of each new day. Our foes seem to devour our
strength taking it as their own. They take pleasure at our down falls
and scorn our achievements. We may not be able to hold this castle
for long. The magic may not hold up without the gargoyles to gaurd
the fortress. We pray that they may one day return. It is also our
prayers that they return before the castle falls and not a moment to
late. If by any chance it is not I reading this book, but a stranger.
If the castle is fallen to the foe. I pray thee defeat the foe, and
return the gargoyles to their place. Hide this parchment in a safe
place. Keep thee well fare stranger.
Achmede the Mage
You pick up the page to read it. It is yellow with age and crumbling
at the corners. It appears to be a page from a journal. It reads:
