When we are not sleeping in Rope Tricks to avoid assassins attempting to collect the bounty on our heads, we are flailing against lycanthropes. I'm not sure if we have not taken leave of our sense entirely. Lycanthropes are brutish and nasty, stronger than bulls, and considerably more homicidal. As far as we know, this band we've discovered under the castle of Tamson has nothing in the world which we want. Yet we continue to assault them nevertheless. As I write this, we are discussing the idea of tracking back to do battle with them once more, after recovering our spells, of course. I do wonder for our sanity, though I thank my good fortune. Tera's gift, if one can call it that, of the Three Rods has turned out to be quite fortuitous. I'm not sure I could stomach facing the vile creatures without my Maximized spells. I do not know what it is about lycanthropes that disgusts me so, but I would much rather walk through Sola in the middle of the night than sit in a den with a single of their kind. I wonder what Art exists to combat them? Perhaps specialized techniques that make use of their vulnerability to argent have been detailed in some lost tome in the Belar library. If ever I reach a town in this land large enough to attract a Courier, perhaps I shall write and ask Mother to search the stacks for me.