I’ve slept since the start of these events but my rest has not been an easy one , I am troubled by dreams of time escaping me , rooms caving in and echoes in the darkness. I wonder to myself as I write this whether or not I will be able to make right the wrongs that have set us on this path.
We were summoned to a temple , to the aid of a dying abbot. Through investigation and combat we managed to get him stable enough to talk to us about his prophecy , a world ending prophecy as they usually tend to be. My own priests were sceptical to it , the ramblings of an old mad man , but i am not so sure. If my people were correct in the first place this might be the quest that i am looking for the Quest that leads to the rebuilding of the Dragonborn’s oath to glory.
My companions are not without their uses and I can respect their knowledge and abilities, but they all seem so young and naive to the world, Even the halfling who’s life has undoubtedly not been pleasant seems blasé in the face of what could be the last and most glorious battle of his life. Perhaps it is the way of his kind , but i worry I lead them into something they are not quite prepared for.
I will do my best to protect my companions and steady their hands , bring them to the honor our names deserve.