Guillaume: Evening of Day Four

the more i learned about what we are up against, the more i grew afraid. it was not from having lack of faith but rather from the constant replay of the events that had just happened. i kept reliving the events beneath sandpoint at the catacombs. particularly that taunting moment when the sacred flames did little against the dark powers of the demonic quasit. it was as if it had power over .. i could no longer continue this line of thought. it was sacrilege at the least. i gave a short of prayer of apology. "pardonnez moi mon seigneur. je crois en toi mon seigneur. que ma foi me donne le fort."

later that day, after my daily meditation. i went quickly to the tavern to meet with the others. i relayed all the information i have gathered and possible leads.

"where is jarek?" i paused at the middle of discussing quasits.

everyone looked around the table, shoulders shrugging and palms open, and then around the tavern.

"he must have gone to look for tsuto"