Page_0: "5/9/35

First day on the job. There are three of us to do what appears to be pretty easy stuff.

And both of my mates prefer the bunk-bed so I get this bed all to myself!  I've never had it so good!

One of them, Morley, has been here since the museum was built 20 years ago. Must have been just a kid when he started, he doesn't look that old.

Has this permanent sadness to his face ... I wonder what happened."


Page_1: "8/17/35

The work on the vault and armory is finally completed. Thought we would have our privacy again once this was done. But the idiots removed the section of the wall that made the restroom part of our quarters and then built an open archway on this side of the restroom door.

Now there's nothing to stop the guards from trouncing through here night and day to use OUR restroom or to take shortcuts to other parts of the basement. I'm sleeping in a frigging hallway!!

It's been so long since I've had a good night's sleep."

Page_2: "8/24/35

What's going on? That dirtbag of a curator let everyone else go! Now I have to do the work of 3 people and no increase in pay!

And to top it off the guards have laid claim to the bunk-bed ... for so-called 15 minute break-naps! RIGHT!!

Looks like Morley took being let go very hard. Saw him staggering out of the tavern on de Moren Street this afternoon."


Page_3: "8/25/35

That scumbag docked me a whole week's pay ... for not trimming some crummy vines. Doesn't he realize that I had to work 14 hours today just to make up for the staff he let go!?

Saw Morley, drunk again, in front of the tavern. Dropped by to keep him company but all he did was mutter about magical torches and some other nonsense about a shrine, and mystic gems.

And every now and then he would moan some name ... Catherine, I believe ... and spout off a poem he claimed he composed for her years ago."


Page_4: "8/26/35

Too exhausted to tackle either the vines or the broken fountain tonight. Must wake up bright and early and take care of these before de Burgh gets up or I'm history.

Went to the tavern to relax and ran into Morley again. Had just got there himself and appeared to be in a cheery mood for once. But when I asked about Catherine he just glared at me and ignored me for the rest of the evening.

Catherine ... where have I heard that name before ... nooo! ... can't be her!"