Having snuck off from this accursed party for a moment - Irabeth thinks I'm getting more drinks - I can begin chronicling the events of today. The battle went... adequately, although we apparently required aid from Nocticula's newest pet to defeat the Black Rasper, the army, and the so-called "Prince of Blades". The good news is that I threw Bob into the newly-created Redemption Forge, turning it Good, and retrieved the Sword of Valor. The bad news is that when we got back to Kenabres and resurrected Fay... things got strange.
While dead, she must have found some way to steal a small amount of divine power, and now fancies herself a goddess. What's even worse than these delusions of grandeur is that it's actually working. When she started glowing upon rising from the dead, a large portion of the people watching spontaneously bowed down before her and cast aside their holy symbols! The queen would not listen to me when I said that this turn of events could be dangerous, and nobody else seemed to care. The worst part is that Garnet is now the "high prophet" of this so-called faith.
And then I had to attend Garnet's party, ostensibly to celebrate the battle, but in reality it's merely a way to convert new followers. I would have stayed home, but Irabeth wanted to attend, so she talked me into it. At the party Garnet was passing out strange drinks of her own creation, which I didn't trust, but people forced me to partake and kept telling me to "loosen up". Don't they know the war isn't over? Don't they know that things are only going to get harder from here on out? I have more important things to be doing than partying. I will admit that dancing with Irabeth was nice, but... no. This is a waste of time.
And now I've been gone too long... I must return to the gala. I pray by the sword of the Inheritor that I don't strangle Garnet after she makes fun of my horns one too many times. I'm sure Irabeth will keep me in check, though.
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