#31

Glued to the pages, and smeared with something green and flakey are two photographs. One showes an unsettling demon and the other a large machine. She’s written on the next page:





I’m not sure how to classify or think of what the thing with the faces is - I’m told it’s certainly a demon. I’ll tell you what it is though -  fucking terrifying. Even my kodo balked at going against it. Tusok is such a level headed bull - for him to not do as he’s told is unusual. Just looking at a picture of that thing makes he feel cold and gross. I couldn’t bring myself to even harvest teeth or bones from it. WHY does it have so many faces? We slew three of these before Tusok completely stopped responding to commands.

As for the other thing - what a huge machine this was. And so loud - the very ground shook when it walked. It stank of greases and metals and smashed anything in it’s path. I have a healthy respect for this amazing bit of machinery.

I think I’ve seen enough of this Argus for now. These.. these demons, the reek of ‘fel’, the screaming.. Nothing about this place feels safe - not even this hige ship these Dre-nees have built.  I mean, I’ve learned a bit here! But this- this is not the place for me. I need to go home, gather myself before I go mad here. I miss Routledge (and he’s probably worried - I  was supposed to come back after a meeting with the tribe, woops.). We moved to Highmountain - I need to write that in here.  Maybe I can come offer my services here uhm. Later - I feel no shame in going home. There are limits to what a person can do, I think.