My daughter… My darling daughter… By the gods. So much has transpired since last I wrote. So much horror… I’ve not a moment to lose, but I need to… I have to… I must write down what has occurred. It’s the only way I shall keep my sanity. I believe I’m safe for the moment, so I shall rest and reflect, in the hope that it will give me new insight on how to proceed in this current disaster. Venarius, that bastard… Enraged by my lack of progress on his occult weaponry, he marched me through the streets. “This man has betrayed me!” he shouted as his men stripped me of my robes and beat me with sticks. When I was but an inch from death, he took me aside once more, demanding to know why I’d failed him. In my… in my foolishness, I… I told him everything. I’d hoped to appeal to his better nature, to his higher self, that he might rally the Templar army behind me. Together we could defeat the Elder once and for all! But you should never appeal to a man’s better nature. He may not have one. Venarius… he… he took Zana! Held her at knife point. Demanded… demanded that I take all of us through, into the dreamlands - to meet with the Elder! Please, whoever you are, reading this – do not think wrong of me. If it were your daughter’s life at risk, would you have done this any differently? I… I did as I was asked. Using the Map Device, we stepped through a gateway and I found myself once more setting foot in this atlas of worlds…