Uktar 1369 DR.

It is cold now. The sea winds bite, and the spray is as ice. We have scoured the isle from top to bottom, explored every crag and cranny. If there are underwater caves, we have not found them. We have searched every cove, and found a tribe of sirines. We… destroyed them. One of them sang their song, bewitching Garrick. We descended upon them in fury. Delainy watched sadly, but the isle is ours. There could have been peace, should have been. Delainy explained that the sirines were a thorn in the paw, but as long as there werewolves warred with the wolfweres, they were tolerated. I… have destroyed a tribe.

We ate better than we had in months. The does and rabbits are tasty, but the sirines' soft flesh is a delicacy. We venture into the waters now. One or two of the water-folk escaped; Alora intends to trap them. Jaheira thinks we can breed them. My pack's cunning grows.

Dradeel's gone.