For a long time I have been wondering in my woods meeting with all the Brahimn, just laughing enjoying the warm sun…it was summer. I remember briefly the group I was traveling with, they were hunting down an Ent that was causing a lot of trouble in the Northern part of my forest. I had seen sighs about where it was hiding and they asked me to come with them. It was the first time I have ever truly been afraid. Its green glow shinned through the night as it growls at the group. I could feel my courage starting to fail as we moved closer…but I couldn’t show my weakness to these Brahimn they would never let me come with them again. So I swallowed my fear and drew my bow and with that overcoming of my fear we won. We took it down with some minor injuries, but we all went home. That was the first time I truly saw evil and I thought I could look evil in the eyes again and stand strong. This is where my thoughts on fear change again…This Asmodeus…I know I should fear him…but the hard head that I have doesn’t want to listen to that little voice in my head telling me to fear him. I never cared for Gods and this is the reason why…Where were those good Gods when he took me? Darkness….Shadows….I never been so scared in my life. Yet Strunbah doesn’t notice…but that is okay. I am used to dealing with my emotions by myself. As I hang onto Varis for dear life I think about everything I have done. All the big and little things that I can do. Should I truly fear this guy? Would he come for me? I can feel myself growing angry….I am hating these Gods more and more…He wants to play with fire….Then I invite him to the hellish fire I can bring. May the strength of the Brahimn guide me. Bring it Asmodeos…I do not fear you.