Do you think fictional Prometheus, chained to rock whilst an eagle eats away at his liver, ever wanted to give up? To end his life through whatever way possible? There’s one thing to mull over in this long night, to take my mind off the dread of whatever we find in these mines tomorrow. But no, this is not really the same. His act of dissent is behind him, I’ve yet to prove myself in this game we are playing: frustrating the plans of these power mad titans…
Today felt a bit like the eye of the storm. The very smelly eye of the storm. The fights felt easier and the trog king’s riddles were even, dare I say, amusing. More importantly, after a long discussion the group managed to reach some agreement on our priorities, albeit maybe not the strongest one. This new thing Braz came up with, a ‘bambles’ seems good for making decisions but not for bringing a group together. I can see how being in the minority can lead to resentment and on this mission we cannot afford that. Lets just hope that next time we disagree we will have the opportunity to talk this over. Again.
Yet, the moment we had to kill all those troglodyte young all I could think of were the small goatlings, the innocent baby goatlings we left to their death in a crumbling temple. These heroes have failed once and I’m not sure we made the best of decisions today.
At least the moral dilemmas will keep my thoughts away from the monster below, though I doubt sleep will come tonight.