| *A page from near the center of the withered notebook. The script is written in common Drow runic letters.*
Mmmmh, Blackrock... finally got my blackrock. Thanks to some male I will be able to finish my blade. I'm not sure where he got it, but truely I don't care. He seemed rather worried I'd loose my mind through this stuff... Hah! Like a rock could bend a mind of a drow. He talked about how the mage who found it went insane... how insulting... assuming my mind power was as weak as a humans'. Pah.
By just looking at the rock, I could feel it's power rush through me... incredible! we're one step closer to finishing this prodject. Now to find a worthy blacksmith for this job. |