Day 19

Day 19 My Gnomish companion has become obsessed with opening the door - I turn my back to find him edging towards it with a distant look in his eyes.

My sleep has been restless. Sometimes it sounds as if the very walls of the temple itself are whispering to me. Day 20 Kinopio showed me plans for a suit of full plate armour, based on the lizard plating that he constructed several days ago.

With a smithing hammer, flask of water, leather padding, mold and several of the lizard platings, he claims to be able to make anything. Day 21 Kinopio woke before me and ran out of the door. He was gone all morning, and appeared soaked in blood and sweat in the afternoon.

Locking the door behind him, he sat in a corner, staring into space, clutching a strange silk substance in his hand. Day 22 Kinopio sleeps, fitfully.

From two of the strands of the silk, smeared in some form of unidentifiable ichor, I was able to make a crude swatch of silk. From whatever creature this originates, I would rather not know - it is strong, and yet flexible. Inordinately so. Day 23 I fear for Kinopio's mental state, he appears to have gone quite insane. Whilst constantly gibbering about some kind of sacrifice, his skilled hands crafted something from the silk swatch and a pattern of his own making - imagine my surprise when the poor soul presented me with a hand-sewn cap! Day 24 A transformation has occured in my companion. His former state of incoherence and madness has been replaced by a firm determinism. He seems resolved, though in what I cannot say.

The cap fits well - it seems logical that the silk can be used to make other garments. Day 25 I awoke to find Kinopio gone. Where he is I cannot guess, though the door remains locked.

The scurrying sounds outside the door become almost unbearable in the silence of the room. I must stay, I must wait.. help could be on its way... Day 26 I can stand it no longer.

I will find Kinopio, and together we shall escape.

The door opens?