The Hermit’s Dungeon, Day 8: This damnable place is proving to be more complicated than I had previously imagined. The constable certainly did the right thing by hiring a capable group to explore the dungeon they found beneath the old hermit’s former domicile, but whether that was just his good instinct or there’s more he’s not telling us is something I’m beginning to question.
Regardless, we’re here in what I’ve discerned is the third level of this place. The giant cogs that we passed a day ago were more than a little disconcerting. Still as they were, I am finding it difficult to imagine what their turning could possibly result in. I am loathe to find out and more than a little ashamed to say that I considered turning about right then. But, as I can hear my mother saying in my head, “DemaTova, you have a job to do.” And mine is definitely not to rile the rest of the group any more than our circumstances currently are.
Morale is not particularly high. Jarrod has been acting strangely. Much more quiet and standoffish than he normally is. When Glass mentioned it in her own...colorful way this morning at breakfast, instead of returning with his own friendly insults he just looked at her and shrugged. The look in his eyes, or I suppose, the absence of what I have grown quite accustomed to seeing there, was much more frightening than the mysterious cogs. I’ve heard of people who begin to lose bits of themselves once they spend too long beneath the surface, but Jarrod has been on tens of these delves with us and is made of far sturdier stuff than myself. Of course, I’ve also heard of other reasons that a man might lose who he is in these dark places. Far grimmer and much more dangerous than a case of cavern gloom. I believe I’ll broach the subject with Glass and Sarn in private sometime this evening.
Before Jarrod’s turn for the first watch.
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