Voice Log: July 28, midnight.

I was originally doing these voice journals so that I could keep track of my experiments, but then Waxen told me I should just do them as a way of unloading the day's griefs and pains and annoyances. We shall see.

Work, work, work. That seems to be all I do lately, and yet I get nothing but grief. That little upstart Ellitheria Peaceroot just keeps giving me a bigger and bigger migraine and makes me realize just how old I actually am. Not even my Leech Blade helps me feel young lately. And the other incompetent soldiers in this Vanguard make this excursion into the Swamp of Sorrows even MORE unbearable. The only one who makes this veritable Hell bearable is my love, Waxen. Though we have not been able to make love in some time, I know she is patient. Soon, we'll be out of this disgusting place and back home.

Tazix escaped last night. The little bastard broke out of his cage. I don't know how, but he did. I have to find time to break away from the Swamp to track down the little pain and put him back in his place. He's too dangerous to be left alone. Maybe I can hope that something has eaten him by now.

Until tomorrow, this is Grand Engineer and High Sorcerer Calthos Sunkeeper, signing off.