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Baran: Prayer is the centre of his regimen. All other activities are flexible, including eating and sleeping, but prayer time never shifts. Bad knees.
Veritania: Insists on reading every night. Not sure where she got the books. Don't really care. Talks in her sleep. Just noises, though - no discernible words. Zana: Hiding something important. Not sure what yet. Probably related to what happened to the previous group. Keeps checking on us. Drox: Loudmouth. Does weapon drills late into the night. Sometimes I hear him patrolling around the camp early in the morning. He must sleep, but I don't know when.
The Old Man: Zana knows him. Grandfather? Mentor? Either way, he doesn't seem to recognise her. Impressive powers. Must be careful around him.
The Demon: Bad, bad, bad. No discernable motives. No discernable weaknesses. Completely silent. Need to be really, really careful around it. Probably better just to run. Sirus: Quiet, but when he does speak, speaks with authority. Likes Zana? Definitely something going on there. Al-Hezmin: The greatest hunter alive.
Baran is talking about God again, so I told him I need to go "write in my journal". What is it about the Templar training that results in such boring storytellers? He's nice enough, I guess. I just wish we could weaponise his stories somehow. Could probably just send the demon to sleep for good.
Yesterday I hunted a boar for the group. Today, Drox brought back two. Tomorrow I'll bring back three. Show that loud idiot that I'm the top hunter. I know Zana can sense the tension between Drox and myself. I don't think she knows that I can sense the tension between her and Sirus. I've seen her making eyes at him. I've seen him making eyes at her too. I don't think either one of them knows the other is interested. I thought Veritania was flirting with me, as she spoke with a smile for once, but I just had boar blood on my lip and it looked like a red moustache. After I wiped it off she went back to reading. Shut up Baran. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I forfeit. He wins. I'm going to bed.
New Person: I don't recognise this one. Doesn't move like the other ones. More sentience. Saw them talking to Zana. Didn't see where they came from or where they went.
Seems strong. Stronger than a lot of the other exiles we saw. Would definitely have remembered this one if I'd seen them before. Maybe Zana hid them from us. Not as strong as me though. Going to lay some traps. Test them out. See what they are made of. Then I'll kill Drox.
I've been watching you. You show promise, but I can't let just anyone traipse through my lands.
You and I are going to have quite the dance if you persist in your invasion!
This is going to be fun... for one of us.
Fun... for you...
Back for another sparring session, exile? I've learned a few new techniques since our last clash.
Hah! A determined one. Chase me down a second time. Consider it a dare.
You're not dealing with the average hunter anymore!
This is no longer enjoyable...
Not you again! Can't you bother Drox instead?
You're still pursuing me? This is untenable!
I won't hold back this time. You've crossed the line.
This is not the wondrous land we imagined. We should have listened to Zana.
Are you even real? I can't tell anymore.
Yes, I understand now. You're a spectre out of the mists of the Atlas, sent to torment me.
I will unmake you, whatever you are.
Why are you doing this? Leave me be, foul dream!
In pursuit of my lauded fortress, no doubt. It's always the same.
Home is a dream. I no longer remember why I fight.
Have we done this before? I'm having the strangest sense of repetition.
Exile! The dance never ends, does it?
You draw nearer to my sanctuary, as always.
Dream becomes nightmare in this place.
The pursuit, endless. The hunt, ceaseless.
There is no true safety from you, is there?
Come, monster. Do your worst.
I will never go down without a fight, beast.
The spectre out of the mist comes to haunt me yet again.
With your death, this nightmare may finally end.
You've killed me a thousand times, but those were just dreams...
Molten One, save me from this unending nightmare!
Let me out... please, let me out...
I awaken from this nightmare... at last...
A victory, but there is no prize for me.
I've killed you a thousand times, but those were just dreams...
You'll be back again. The same dream, every night, but no waking between...
Skin you alive!
Put up a fight.
Dance with me
I can't be bested.
I'm too quick.
You can't escape.
I'll always find you.
Try to catch me!
Not so easily!
I'm not the only hunter.
How quick are you?
Dance! Haha! Dance!
You're in my sights!
Damn! That was too close. Too close!
What did you do to anger Sirus like this?
Wake up. Wake up wake up!
Effective, but not so subtle.
If I were you I'd just jump in the flames, Exile.
He's... he's just so strong... I don't understand it!