Livia Metella Calabria — GGR3-13 Journal

A bad woman with worse intent came to the keep looking for noble blood. Even as my brother and the rest of the heroes we have left fought for our lives, our freedom. Nalishli and Olivius and Evander and the strong dumb boy with the wheat-colored hair and the orb and all the others still here battled. Some died. When one of the blood golems broke past them and came to kill me, I did as a Vaughn lady should, stood my ground, ready to fight death to the last breath. Then Brother Adrian appeared. He felt so different from what I remember, yet he said he had protected me before. I felt that truth in my bones. He told me then I had no lust for comfort. Inside me. I don't know what he meant, but it seemed to be important to him. He wept. He wept. Even as he destroyed that blood golem. And though I didn't understand, I felt like I could trust him. You will be the best of me, he proclaimed. My first true cleric. Then I knew I had to be with Titus to play my part. A fight had just finished in the keep, but I asked Nalishli to help me reach him. Olivius insisted on running alongside us, which Nilli did not like. Then I saw them all at Jason Tenderheart's tomb, and I heard Brother Adrian's voice in my ear, in my heart: