Scratching of pencil on paper.
The strong protector is gone. The other one . . . . the other one is rather ditzy, foolish. I don't think she's noticed me following her yet. I don't believe she ever will, honestly, if her reaction to the Strong One's downfall is anything to go by. I think she became even more out-of-touch after that.
I can't trust anyone, I've learned. That Ronadu girl nearly sold me out to the Fool. Honestly, from what I've observed, even if Ronadu had managed to tell her, she wouldn't have believed her. After all, I have spent almost a year earning everyone's trust.
And when people trust you . . . .
. . . . no one suspects you.
(They congratulate themselves on a perfectly cryptic ending before setting the journal aside, turning off the lamp, and snuggling under their covers.)