<location>Raven's Keep</location> Log

Date: 13th Day of Midyear, 507 D.A. Number of Inmates: 53. Warden on watch: Cassandra Wynn Notes: Another revolt. Our dear prisoners are rowdier than ever. The new inmate, Lupa, riles them up. Spat into the Quarter Master's face during lunch. Left a burn mark on his cheek. Other than that, nothing new. Valley was quiet today. Saw a Redtail sitting still, oblivious, until torn apart by a sabertooth tiger. Evening air was sordid. ...Shroud is creeping closer. We all see it. No one mentions it. How do a cell and a watchtower differ if they imprison you all the same? Are we awaiting our demise in here, unable to fly away, to flee? Watching the enemy prowl about, deluding ourselves into thinking we're out of reach? I think I've seen everything this outlook has to offer.