I write this slumped in a slime-covered tunnel barelly hight enough to stand up straight in. Although we’re back in Corneria, clearing our names has been harder than I thought, but I believe we are close. On top of that, being in this mithril mine brings back old memories; equally painful as they are exciting. It has been a long time since I thought about my past,and I liked to think I’d forgotten it, but it seems I was wrong; the untold wealth of mithril and other precious metals held in these shafts stirs something…meaninful inside of me. Just being here fills me with the desire to craft again, to work metal mith nothing but my hands and a little magic. I need to meditate. I need to think.