Twilight Willow and Camomile mixture, add yeast, and force a fermentation process, with Sorcery. Gradually mixing in ale helps You to create a beverage that could put a bear to sleep. If it drank enough, that is.

 Due to the liquor's cleansing disinfecting properties, the herb mixture is not as potent, so to force a grown man into slumber would require about a bottle and a half. (About 1.75l) However, as our success has proven, my mind has prevailed again!

 I have always been an alchemy prodigy...

 As a side note, forcing an alchemical reaction with nothing but ingredients and a bottle is a very peculiar action. So Arvel has found out me to be a Sorcerer- My apologies, Astralist. He just keeps calling me a Sorcerer, to spite and annoy me, so it has influenced my own thoughts. Not the proudest moment of mine, yet I have methods to get back at him.

 But back to our plan, we first needed the necessary ingredients, which in the dead of winter, would be a challenge. That would be unless we lived near civilization and I had a competent partner.

 The day after we schemed this plan, Arvel disappeared for about a day, only to return with a bag full of empty bottles, half-drunk ale, and mead bottles, and a fistful of herbs he didn't even recognize. Luckily, whoever he ''borrowed'' these herbs from had kept Twilight Willows and even dried them, making the mixture smoother.

 If You weren't aware, Twilight Willows have sedative properties and they alleviate pain if consumed in small amounts. An overdose causes something of a high, followed by a splitting headache, as the juices in Your brain become more acidic, causing direct brain damage.

 With the amount we had, I suspect the previous owner was far from conscious to be aware of someone busting down his door, much less someone sneaking.

 I digress, now that we had our ''sleep liquor'' we had to find a way to make the convoy escorts succumb to it in their encampments. It took about a week of scouting for schedules, routes, and information on the wagon's contents, for us to start our operation. And with me in the lead, the very first operation was a success, naturally!

 Ahh, truly reminds me of my younger days...

 We had many tactics, be it exchanging rations, to encountering them as fellow travelers and sharing a drink through the cold winter night over a campfire. Arvel even committed to joining the envoys as a religious enthusiast, even though I found that to be absolutely blasphemous. Yet I can't deny the results!

 The elixir seemed to have an unpredictable side effect, where the target seemed to have forgotten the previous night completely, so, for the most part, we have stayed incognito. There were some casualties as well, as some guards drank a bit too much, and froze to death in their sleep, however, collateral damages were expected.

 So for the past 4 weeks, we have finessed 4 merchant wagons and 3 of Fraust's follower envoys. Add on the occasional traveler or two, we are living fairly well. Not only do we get extra ingredients, but also clothing, food, and potential sellables, such as jewelry, fabrics, and the occasional gem here and there.

 Avel did go hunting, as he had nicked a crossbow from one of the wagon guards, yet not only did he miss, he managed to break the mechanism. I have no clue how his mind works at this point!

 What's best, is that none seem to give chase or investigate, as we take just enough to survive, but not too much so it becomes suspicious. We also try to catch wagons with a different workforce and let others slip by, as to make our advances as random as possible. So for now, the only questions the lowborn have had are my living accommodations, as I only roam the streets for commerce and information purposes.

 That also includes an occasional visit to the brothel. I'm sure You can imagine the ecstasy of a warm woman's touch, after months of the freezing wilderness. Or a soft bed, with clean sheets. Almost better than wine! Especially Miss Nancy... I can't deny the appeal of one, who has mastered her craft!

 Even though now our living arrangements are acceptable, even more so, now that my personal standards have plummeted, this practice can not last for much longer. Winter is coming to an end in, I predict, 2 weeks or so, as the snows are melting and the ice has long since thawed. I'm sure the merchants and priests are getting suspicious of their constant accounting failures by now, and our tracks will become more visible, as time goes on. A couple more wagons should suffice.

 Soon it will be time to put my plan into action, as my monetary acquisitions have grown substantially. Soon enough I will be able to enjoy the luxuries I deserve!

  In some other news, if You still remember the strange wall I spoke of, we decided to try and remove it. We needed space not only for our sleeping arrangements but for storage as well, so we decided that the redundant piece of architecture needed to go.

 Some money did go into pickaxes, as I am not very proficient with the Elemental, yet it is the same investment as a spit and pots for cooking, so neither of us thought twice about it. We had earned such extravagance!

 The wall came down with some effort, mostly on Arvel's part, as I did the harder job as motivational support.

 I am noting this down, as the peculiarities which we uncovered still hold my interest!

 It seems to be a rough schematic of the lighthouse. Or more accurately, a schematic of what's below the tower, as the floor really seems to be hollow. Not only that, if the schematic is to be believed, below my floor is a whole cave system, leading to several larger rooms. As much as I know about geology, this does not seem to be a natural formation indeed!

 What's more, the schematic was not drawn with chalk, coal, not even ink. It seems to have been melted, seamlessly. And I do mean melted, as no carving would leave a stone so molded. Similar to a few places on the crumbled parts of the walls...

 Peculiarly enough, Servos has chosen the spot I found with the seemingly thinnest floor layer as a place of defecation. Additionally, he always walks a circle around it and meows at me, with some strange conviction in his gaze. Could be animal instinct, yet something tells me Servos is not just any simple feline.

 I discussed the schematics with Arvel as well, yet he shrugged it off, saying ''Who gives a shit!''

 Ahhh, always so straightforward. Sometimes, he truly irks me...

 Regardless, I will do further investigating once I have acquired the deed for this structure, as any further damages might cause suspicion and future issues. I am fighting with my curiosity, however... And I would say  I never lose, yet I am fighting against myself here!

 That leads us to now! I am currently sitting under a clear, cloudless nights sky, watching as A Rain of Stars shoots through the dark space above. What a beautiful sight... An empowered feeling has overtaken me, as I watch this spectacle above, with sounds of festivities from the town below almost giving rhythm to these Astral movements. I can almost tell- the walls between realms are cracking. A World Scar shall soon be born! And I will fulfill my purpose, as Sabinian, The... Someone... Still nothing.

No worries. I have time.

 Servos seem to have once again climbed onto someplace, where he shouldn't have. Or more like, couldn't have. How does he do it?

 I'm keeping an eye on him...

 Another thing to note. As time has passed, seems like the disease has made its way to Lockrifta as well. It is still in its manageable phases, as the local physicians seem to be able to keep it at bay. Yet it seems to be mutating, and it is only a matter of time until an outbreak. I could most likely stop it before it gets too bad, as I have both the knowledge and the resources to do so. Yet, I wish to see how the Church of Fraust deals with this. I bet, with a lot of ''Holy Fire''! Lockrifta's faith in them will probably fall apart as soon as it rose. A Crisis will ensue. And if I know one thing about Crisis, it brings opportunity.

 Those useless, violent Prophet fanatics will be banished from Lord Heimerichs realm. Unless the Lord himself is one of them. In that case, I suppose, a change of Lordship would be in order...

 For now, that catches You up to speed on my adventures. This seems to be my longest entry, yet I am not to blame for the journal having slipped my mind. Out of sight, out of mind, and all that!

 Regardless, I'm sure the next entry will be written from a luxurious room, by the warmth of a lavish fireplace, and a glass of the most expensive wine in Lockrifta. Perhaps Miss Nancy by my side, wrapped in silk sheets...

 Now THAT sounds like a lifestyle worthy of Sabinian, The Hermit!

I hope that doesn't stick. It sounds awful!

P.S. Just realized, Servos is not a ''he'', but a ''she''. That... Changes nothing! I can't be bothered to change his- her name, plus, I find it hilarious. Just Imagine! That old fart- a woman! Ha!