It was as I expected. William did actually make the journey, trying to escape his past. Poor soul. The only survivor of his family. Were it not for this drive to know what became of Jennifer I doubtless would never have taken such an obscene interest in the man. He’s uncouth, a drunkard and a coward. Why did I do it? What drove me last night to confront this sad human with the truth? He possesses without conscious thought what I seek with hard earned intent and yet does not even know it. I do not know which is the greater sin. Is it my jealousy that magic flows easily from him? Or his callous disregard for the gift of his heritage?

No, I can not think this way. I am not a power hungry user and he is not a scallywag. Not really. We are both souls lost in this sea of natural forces, tossed by its angst against the shores of a lonely, sickened shore the humans call Stannisburg.

For my part. I will do what he can not. I will find the truth of this place and seek to set it right. I must investigate the rumors he told me of perverted versions of my kin found here and keep watch over this last soul of Zeppelin til that truth is known and perhaps then we will face it together or at least find our way.