[[Session 26]] Journal by [[Freida]] Threya’s thoughts The city folk seem to like to congregate to mourn their loses. Feels entirely impersonal to me but theirs is a strange way. It almost felt like some people were there as some sort of performative act of morality. Their faces didn’t give much of the pain of loss. Caelum did give a very moving speech though. Very harper esc of I thought. Pleic… tried his best. I think I say that just ease my mind of sharing the secret harper plot with them. They already seem to be set up to try and kill an evil god, why not trust them with fighting an evil organisation… We came across some wondering Goliath maidens. Pleic seemed to not be taken by their beauty but they are of strong warrior stock. He should definitely take them as his wives, their offspring would be highly likely to survive and… perhaps, thrive? My eyes are open. To nature, to the sorrow of the land, to my presence… I could spot a tiny fucking bird and with pinpoint accuracy decimate it in the middle of the night but apparently my grandmother has been following me for some time and I’m as oblivious as Pleic! She was as pleasant a person as I remember her. She definitely took the cruelty and sting of winter and thought to fashion her personality after it. I’m more thankful of fenrere’s all around more pleasant take on socialising, even if she can rip a man’s flesh off his body and not blink an eye at it… She seemed to question everyone’s purpose for fighting. I cannot say I was particularly swayed by my companions answers. Though she rose a good point… why should they inherit icewind dale after what they did to the elves. I dare say I may be swayed to the decline and destruction of the ten towns, if not for my utter hatred of the frost bitch…