Letters and Journals

Entry 1:

It's been eight years since the city fell into Avernus. Eight years since I last held my wife and my child. I miss them terribly. The priests have been comforting, but the comfort is fleeting at best. I go to the temple and give what I can and it makes me feel like I might be doing some good, but this comfort is also fleeting. I desire nothing more than to hold my wife and child again and I know that because of the archdemon Zariel, I will never be able to again.

Entry 2:

My good friend Mr. Evanak has recently donated a few artifacts from his recent expedition to the museum. He keeps telling me that I should go and see, and that it might bring me some at least fleeting happiness in this world. He tells me about this book with bizarre writing in it. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I feel as though that things that are strange