With the defeat of Sokale the many of the undead have been destroyed. Jarlaxle seems to be coping with the realization that he's not going to get out of the wedding and has moved to Jori's room.
I have been spending time in the sick room healing people. It seems strange, but because of it I am learning to use these newfound powers.
Zavian and I have been catching up on things. I've made him promise not to tell Jarlaxle anymore about how he knows me then he already has.
The death toll is rising, and I fear that far too many "holy" crusaders will see this as an opportunity to purge the world of evil. I will worry more about that later, though.
I am not ready for the fight to come. The only way we will end this war is by destroying the Lords of Shar. The only way we will win is if I destroy my father. I have come to terms that I love him. Nova and Avariel have made me see that, but I have not gotten the nerve to try and summon fire yet. Jori is fully capable, which means I am too. That's almost as horrifying as the fight to come.
--Artemis Entreri