My injuries have healed well–too well, far faster than they normally should have, and without any signs of infection or scarring. I don’t know if it’s whatever strange energies envelop this place, or if it’s in the food that I have been eating, but I’m beginning to see why Tuzin settled here. I hope that I can eventually hear the story in person, although it’s likely as not that Tuzin was among the undead horrors I was forced to slay.

Now that I am healed, I’ve begun taking stock of the settlement. It’s huge and sprawling, built out on at least three levels and with two large hills in its midst. Not the place where I would have placed a settlement, but Tuzin’s people were apparently concerned for having access to the coast. Most of the buildings have been repaired or cannibalized for parts, and with that and the wood I have salvaged I have the ability to make glass and perform basic smithing with the equipment left behind. I’ll need a supply of ore in order to do anything other than light tinkering, though, and none is currently forthcoming.

My current situation seems secure enough, but for the constant stream of horrors arriving with the dark. They seem too stupid to breach the fortified building where I’ve made my abode, but still they come, and I’ve seen other, possibly native, horrors in the distance as well. I don’t know how many Tuzin brought–it’s not like any records were kept–but it’s possible that other, further flung settlements exist which are providing a source of these attackers. For my own sanity, if not a respite from the attacks, I need to find out. But first, I need to secure my position here, and that will be no joke, alone.

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