10th Day, Month of Timber
Another day of smiling at these wealthy fools and taking their treasures. I wonder how they’d feel if they knew their shabby little family heirlooms don’t interest me. No, I seek a far greater prize, a jewel of immeasurable worth. Immortality! From the moment I first learned of the cult’s great secret, I knew I must have it. Everything I once valued—wealth, power, influence—it all faded to insignificance. What material possession can compare to eternal life? And if having it means I must live in some filthy mine worshipping black stones with gullible fools, then so be it. A small price to pay for such rich reward. To stare down the unblinking eye of Time itself. To laugh down the centuries as the wealth of the Isles falls to dust around me. That is the only treasure worth having.
10th Day, Month of Timber
Before I can seize my immortality, I must deal with the mess Cienfuegos created. Outsider take that traitor! The cult can never know that he stole the documents they entrusted to me. If the information about their secret Void entrance fell into the wrong hands, it would destroy everything. My plans would be ruined. No! I won’t let that happen. Those Oracular Sisters have closed off the Royal Conservatory, but that’s a minor obstacle. As I know well, there’s always a way past the most secure defenses. I just need to think of it…