It is long overdue that I actually put pen to the pages of this journal I purchased so long ago in a street stall in Absalom. Unfortunately, I have not had the opportunity to explore anything other than an old ruin I clambered over and carved my name into as a boy. I have duly reported my movements and actions to the Venture-Captain in Magnimar, who seemed rather preoccupied when I very briefly met with her on my trip back to Sandpoint. As for cooperation, well, I did my best with the Venture-Captain, but she didn’t seem particularly interested, and I have yet to encounter another member of the Society.
I am convinced the Old Light has no secrets. The inhabitants of Sandpoint have lived in its shadow since the town was founded. One of the residents, Brodert Quink, has devoted decades to its study and has discovered virtually nothing. His knowledge of ancient Thassilonian ruins is extensive and his erudition unmistakable, but neither is a function of his study of the Old Light.
Instead of engaging in measurements and observations of a dilapidated ruin that have already been made a hundred times before I have instead ventured into the Brinestump swamp in pursuit of goblins. I have yet to see a goblin, but have had my fill of aberrations. We have ‘faced’ and dealt with faceless stalkers and sinspawn. At least the latter has some connection to ancient Thassilon. According to the none-too-reliable account of the slightly demented halfling who lives in the swamp surrounded by poisonous serpents, the sinspawn was released from secret vaults below Sandpoint some several years ago. I do not plan to make a study of any of these creatures, including the halfling and his vipers.
The destruction of the Licktoad tribe of goblins that infest the Brinestump, as well as that of the aforementioned aberrations, will do good. It will make the roads and paths about Sandpoint safer for travelers and will eliminate a threat to the folk who live in and around Sandpoint. Unfortunately, the extermination of vermin is not worthy of a Pathfinder’s Journal. Should ought of more import or significance occur I shall certainly enter it within this journal, but I am afraid this volume will never see publication nor even any interest from anyone in the Society. Nonetheless, I will do my duty to the Society and chronicle all of my small and insignificant ‘adventures.’
The Venture-Captain made it clear that I am not worthy of even the loan of a least Wayfinder, despite the years I spent scouring floors and lifting stains in the Grand Lodge. I have therefore determined that I will not be a second-class Pathfinder and shall construct my own. Not yet, but soon. I am not the sort of Pathfinder who acquiesces to the possession of a substandard secondhand Wayfinder. No! I shall construct my own Wayfinder, and continue to enhance and refine it as I grow in knowledge and capability.