Sealed, by the Servant of the Flame.
It has been too long since I thought to write a journal. I had forgotten that it can offer fresh clarity, even when one's destiny is known to them. Before I understood that purpose, I would dutifully note down the events of each day in my log. The scrawlings of a child, of course, but... soothing. Wods could be dangerous, the Warsmith told me. If our true intentions were discovered too soon, The Reaper's Hideout might never be completed. Now that our secrets have been laid bare, my words can be a rallying cry to all who wish to see the seas unchained, and for the door to be opened... Until then, our work must continue. May the flame burn!