Donnerstag der 19. März, 1220
Further studies tonight. Voradore has excused us from further meetings in Sanctuary's main hall until we have accomplished our task. Katherine continues to frequent the training facilities, flexing the muscles of her body as the muscle of her head continues to atrophy from disuse. Abarath likewise enjoys his sparring opportunities, but with him, it is different. His technique is unlike anything I've ever seen, and his demeanor, while gruff, gives the sense of a kind of common wisdom, earned from his travels of the world, no doubt. I should like to visit the places he's seen.
The library will never cease to amaze me. As long as I've been here, and as often as I read its books, it always seems to have sections I've never seen, and books I've never noticed on subjects I've never fathomed. I am becoming greatly educated on the traps found in dungeons, tombs, and treasure vaults. Some are so expansive and intricate as to boggle the mind, while others offer beauty in their simplicity. The latter ones are of more interest to me, as they could easily be rigged in a small dormitory room, much like the ones here in Sanctuary.
My soul is a constant source of shock to me as well. As much and as often as I try to preserve any part of my humanity, the Beast clouds everything. Nora was taken from this Earth not two nights ago, and already she fades from my mind. I might not even be moved to write of this occurrence, were it not for the sudden shift in my nightmares. Now, in amongst the tortured images of my mother and father, my brother and baby sister, the Lady d'Lars and the myriad victims of my first decade, those souls on whom I feasted without remorse, and can now only see clearly in my dreams, I see Nora as well. In my dreams, I see her leave Sanctuary, and watch helplessly as the mutt destroys her. I can smell her fear, and feel how she not only cannot protect herself, but has no desire to. She has entered my daily penance, and joined the dance of my victims, to remind me of my sins for the rest of my immortal life. I almost fear to close my eyes in slumber this dawn.
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