August the 2nd:
It seems as though the world slowly turns to madness. Each recent morsel of news that have breached the abbey's walls have been wrought with peril.
The scholars within the Tower of Azora, that of the Conclave, have reached out to our Order. They seek sanctuary for one of their professors, Sister Olivae.
She, as I, is a devout Sister in the faith. It so happens that she stands within the Conclave as the highest authority on the instruction and learning of the Light. Though her path has led her from service alongside her Brothers and Sisters, she holds a ready place amongst us...always.
The Dean did not wish to divulge many details with their arrival, asking merely that we take Sister Olivae under our wing and offer what protection we could, that her life was in peril.
...I must speak with her. I would know what happens in the world around us and Elwynn lies just outside of the walls that surround Northshire. What darkness afflicts them borders upon our doorsteps.
Yes...yes, I must speak with her.
