Gold-trimmed Tome

[Rennalysia]

I found this empty book lying around in the Master's library before it went up in flames. Thought it was rather pretty, so I took it. I have no idea why I'm writing in it though...

The Master always told me that my mind was in turmoil. That perhaps if I wrote in a journal or diary, it might help me sort out my thoughts. Yeah. Right. It's his fault I'm like this. He made me what I am, and now this world will suffer for it. No stupid book is going to help with that.

So why am I still writing. By the gods, I piss myself off sometimes.

I need a drink. Now that will help me sort out my thoughts.

[Rennalysia]

I stood for a long time just staring at the Dead Scar this morning, even though it hurts to look at it. The collars on my flesh seem to tighten, and I get a feeling that I want to destroy every foul creature that wanders it. I still can't believe the Sunwell is gone. It hurts to think about that too.

I think my addiction is getting worse. These binds probably won't hold much longer.

It's all the Scourge's fault. I'll kill every last one of them.

And why the hell am I still writing in this thing. It sure ain't helping.