" It's my fault that I ended up in this situation.
I sat and listened to my comrades search things. All this for one thing—to interrogate, to find answers to my questions, to understand how it all happened.
I hear my things falling from my bag. I hear them rummaging around in search of non-existent incriminating evidence.
And all this time, I see only this strange dwarven idol. I am forced to look at it until the poison begins to wear off.
All the commotions suddenly died down. Even breathing was inaudible. And only the fireplace gently crackled with its burning, warming me again.
I feel like Daniel found it...
My diary... "
Author: Alkizmar Vilestliv
All characters are fictitious and exist only in my DnD world