(Please note this posting is based upon the timeframe of just before encountering the big BIG building in the swamp)
Poor Alonya, I am beginning to think we have been put on a fool's errand, I don't doubt that some witch named Morgret lives in or nearby this muckmess, but now the the once powerful and feared Company of Light and Darkness has been dispatched to place that is leagues away from Kurth, Maskyr's Eye or any other sign of culture, and for what reason, to save a single life, the life of a daughter of a local hero? I recall the horrors of Manyoak, how many daughters of how many nobles, merchants and peasants are now lying dead atop thier parents at the hands of evil. So who have we saved, some nutball crypt student? Pavel has been my source of direction, I do not always know which tree I should walk past but I know when I am on the right path. There seems to be no path now, does this mean I am at the end of my journey? What of Animosus and Claudia, Ani and I have held pretty strong differences of opinion, would he leave me for worm food, would he keep Claudia from reviving my body, would Claudia revive me if I fell, or did Slyl have a special place in her heart? Dammit, why didn't she tell me she had interest in him, just because I smell like a boy right now, just because I talk shop with the men, a little girl talk would be nice right about now. Listen to me, I'm being just as petty as everyone else. Please Pavel, find us a path by morning.

I am gravely concerned about Animosus's choices, not about the direct choice of Slyl's trustworthiness, but about the potential threat that Slyl may be if by some Merkulian or Banite magics, his knowledge of how unravelled we currently are becomes knowledge of our foes, or worse, he becomes an undead servant that we would have to deal with directly. I've held back a few key pieces of information regarding Slyl on principle of given word, his.... lineage and....skills, that although may not weigh well in his favor with Animosus certainly should hold sway in choice, if there is living return of our once thought to be mute, I will explain and ask his forgiveness. I will also recommend that if the choice regarding Slyl's fate is that Tymora has cast her lots and his time is done, that his body be burned, so that it cannot to be used by those that may now be wresting control of the undead from more compassionate hands. I think if the mind and memories of Slyl, Vasht or whoever he truely was, would be quite torn over causing one of us demise. Ani's steel of conviction is admirable, that is certain, but I would trust the wisdom of an old man if I could believe that ANY of us were thinking straight. I'm having conversations with my weapon, and it, at least since we've been in this swamp for too long, has apparently grown a mind of its own. If it is defacto a blade of sentience, its objectives may be moderately aligned with my own but its tact is paled to mine like mine would be to Davani's.

These last few days have been arduous, my feet must smell like a bloated dead rat. Thankfully we were able to rest on dry ground. What would drive someone to WANT to live here now is beyond me. I can only imagine how beautiful this place once was but Calimport would not be Calimport if it were covered in ice even if every single building were the same. I think the swamp gas is getting to us. Animosus discarding a gempouch in the middle of a swamp? Odd? Yes. Surprisingly? Not particularly but still odd. I think he's just out of his mind with Slyl's actions of late and I suspect he would be irritated with himself for not making better use of whatever it contained. Now if Slyl were to reaquire that pouch to give Ani a second chance at making better use of its contents perhaps Animosus could view that as an olive branch, I would back Slyl on that one. We've trekked through this muck for a long time, too long, we know that this hut is SUPPOSED to be out here somewhere, and now Slyl's pointed out these footprints, Animosus suddenly feeling that "somethings up" then just as quickly discards his intuition. Call it women's intuitioin but I think we've missed our turn and with now six men in our group you think they're gonna stop and ask for directions? Not like there's any signposts or anyone around to ask, but it feels like we are about to over shoot our mark. Just when you think you are thinking straight you end up starting to think you're not thinking straight.Talking swords, okay now this is freaking me out, calm yourself Kelestri, okay I've heard that some swords can talk, I've also heard that this Morgret is a powerful witch. And now I'm really rather concerned that the swamp gas is getting to ME. The sword is calling me out like we've each had too many at the alehouse, okay, I'm gonna take the blade out, slowly, carefully. Stick it blade side down just a little bit into the soft earth, and back away from it and see if it will hold a rationale discussion. If its the blade talking, then party or not, me and this thing are gonna come to terms. However if its this Morgret, I suspect she'll try to poof in or something else like that and take it.