''First You shall answer to our inquiries, about the Demonic Sorceries You've been committing.'' He ordered as 4 more men joined him, spears and swords drawn. ''You will answer for Your crimes against humanity, and God!''

 He probably meant to say something along those lines, in his pathetic attempt to imitate the higher class. I couldn't be bothered to bore myself any further, as with a simple flick of my gloved hand, the fat man flew into the newly built pyre. They collided like a wave against a cliff, as hay and wood flew across the street. This time I decided to lessen the force behind it to not end the man completely.

 However, the 3 men that followed the Inquisitor, be it courage or stupidity, charged me, confirming that, in fact, my Astral body has grown.

 I suspect a correlation between my impervious health and the rise in power, which only meant one thing. The disease, the rain of stars, the sudden religious fanaticism, the very reason I am here!

 A World Scar is soon to be born!

As of today it still hasn't, however, I can almost feel it. I'm counting the days...

 Now, concerning the situation with the ''Holy'' men, as they dragged off their unconscious leader, I sang out a sarcastic line about me being closer to their God than any other. Some bystanders had misinterpreted it and believed me to be a man of faith. A slight miscommunication. However, it only took mere moments for ''Sabinian, The Saint'' to become a songlike chant.

 On that day the fabled Sabinian, The Saint, was born!

 Afterward, we went on with our usual business. For the next 2 weeks or so, we treated more subjects and accumulated even more wealth. I even got in the good graces of a couple of merchants, as all their couriers and ship crews had been saved by Yours truly! Now trade could finally continue, and some of it came into my coffers.

 There were even a few folks, who came over from nearby hamlets, to see this miracle medicine. Keeping things short, I had finally been treated as I deserve.

 Not to be mistaken, there were a few who still believed the church to be the true saviors, so several civil conflicts have broken out to this day, yet that is no concern of mine.

 Life was finally moving as it should, and that is all that mattered!

 Eventually, Lord Heimerich did knock on my door, with a slightly more aggressive inquiry than expected. The Bishop had told him many things, most either fabrications or exaggerations, I assure You. Many spoke up for me, which, I suspect, softened the Lord's demeanor.

 This was enough to earn me a room at the mansion and an audience with the man come tomorrow.

 And even though, at the moment I'm technically a prisoner, locked in a room, due to actually defying direct orders. With a beauty of a maid laying next to me, who I charmed into giving me the keys to my room, by drugging her. I still feel incredibly comfortable, as I have finally found my place!

 At the current moment, Arvel and Serbus have stayed behind in the house, guarding my possessions and keeping my reputation high.

 However, as I've been in this room for about 3 days now, I have begun hearing some serious accusations, as the Bishop has told his people, that I am working with the Church of Fraust. I have taken offense to that, and if I meet the man tomorrow, I will share my thoughts on the matter, in a respectable and most courtly manner, I assure You!

 Another rumor I overheard the maids discussing, was how the dead have begun rising. It has been stated that rotting corpses have begun emerging from the dirt, along with skeletal remains of the recently burned and the ancient. A grave digger allegedly had fearfully sought aid, as the ''The Puss Rot'' corpse pit, which had been recently buried, as the custom now was to burn the infected, had been empty.

 Hunters speak of monstrous moaning, unlike any animal, coming from the woods. Night patrolmen talk of strange humanoid-shaped roaming through the misty evenings.

 Honestly, those could just be people having a bit too much fun, if You ask me!

 This rumor seems to be enforced by the suddenly missing bodies from the recently deceased, who still lay either in beds or streets.

 I'm sure this all sounds ludicrous, yet as, I'm convinced, this is a birthplace of a World Scar, there could be some merit behind these tales. Anything is possible, nonsensical as it may be.

 This is the place for it, after all...

 But for now, my goals have not changed, and I'm closer than ever. Tomorrow will be a decisive day, thus I must rest well tonight.

 I'm running out of ink for this...

P.S. For a while now, I've had these strange nightmares. Someone... Whispering in my ear... Stars... Could this be related?...