Rescue

Oh, book! A lot has happened over the course of a few days. . .

Maroco took me to a horrible place called the Bandit's Close. It was on an island called Fukai -- very close to my own island of Murrad. I do not remember too much of it now, but it was a disgusting hole where thugs and vagrants made their home. The strangest part was this massive mansion which seemed quite out of place -- but much of the same could be found inside. Thugs, bandits -- they treated me with such disrespect! They were led by a frightening man named Lucio. He is a ruthless man. . . Simply terrible. Even Maroco seemed to shake under his command. I soon found myself thrust into a chamber with many other women. They were all dressed quite scantily, and their leader was a woman named Lia. She had a very frightening and commanding voice -- but I wasn't going to give in without a fight! I kicked and screamed until they were forced to take me to Lucio himself. The last thing I remember hearing was his evil cackle, as I felt a hand smack across my cheek. Soon after that, it all begins to go fuzzy. . .

The very next thing I can recall is waking up in a mound of dirt. Locke lied across the ground from me and grasped my hand tightly. That's right -- Locke came to my rescue! I've never been so happy to see that obnoxious face of his so much in my entire life. . . It turned out I was right when I thought I heard him in the factory in Blackcrest, after all. He had faced Madoco and striked her down for taking me. I know it may seem wrong, book, but a part of me truly liked hearing him say that. . . In any case, I was then taken very much by surprise when he kissed me! That's right, he just did it -- he didn't even ask first! Gr, it's just like him to do something like that. . . Yet. . .

I suppose it was the very least I could have done. . . After all, he saved me. As it turned out, I was also under Lucio's mind control, and by the look of some of Locke's injuries, I didn't hold back. It broke my heart to hear him say what I had done, but my body had fared just as badly as his -- so I suppose he didn't hold back either. I'm just glad he wasn't seriously injured. . .

After our reunion, Locke carried me to a village named Tengai, where Akorrin is from, apparantly! (I didn't mention him, did I? Akorrin had joined Locke in his quest to bring me back.) His older brother, Torrinn, is the leader of the tribe of Dragonborn living within Tengai, and he treated our wounds and let us rest. Meanwhile, his men searched for Akorrin or his remains. Unfortunately. . . Neither of them were found. Lucio was missing as well.

We're now on a boat, headed back to Illias Upon the Sea. . . I can't say I'm too happy to be on another sea vessel; however, it isn't so bad now that I have Locke with me. Neither of us can sleep, and since he now knows about you, book, I suppose I don't have to hide that I am writing in you anymore. Oh, did I mention that he also saved you from Lucio's abode? Well, he did! To my great surprise, he said he didn't read any of what I have written within you either. . . I think I may actually believe him as well.

I'm currently dressed in what is possibly the most uncomfortable outfit I will ever wear. It's the outfit Lucio forced all of his servant girls to wear. My feet are bare and cold, and I feel very vulnerable as so much of my skin is showing! Locke let me have his vest to keep warm, but now he keeps staring at me with that silly grin on his face. . . Ohhh, that sexist buffoon!

We've now got a long way until we reach Illias, I'm afraid. I suppose I should take solace in the fact that I'm now safe with Locke once more. In fact, I might actually miss the quiet time we're spending together when we get to Illias. Soon, we will be back on our quest -- and facing the great dangers that lurk out in that big world. Don't take me wrong, though! I'm still excited to be traveling with my friend. . . But I suppose you can say, I'm just a bit tired from all that's occurred.

You know, since we have so long to go until the ship lands, and I cannot find the will to fall asleep, I think I will write one of those memories I talked of a few entries back. . . I will start with the most obvious one -- my memories of Locke.