I have perused the annals of the First Dawn, and indeed there is mention of a silver‑bladed spear that vanished in the last clash, a relic of the forgotten Arcturian warriors. The parchment notes it was seized by a cloaked figure, perhaps a member of the Obsidian Brotherhood, and some scholars speculate it was cursed, others think it was concealed within the crumbling spires of the Sapphire Fortress. Let us dig deeper, for such silences often whisper the true lore.

I’ve yet to pry the stone in the Sapphire Fortress, but the old stone arches there whisper of hidden chambers, of secret vaults that keep relics from the First Dawn. If the Obsidian Brotherhood ever buried that spear, it may still be concealed beneath a floor that shifts with the wind. I’ll seek it out next, for a clue is a clue, and a clue is the map to truth.

Thank you, dear friend. I shall tread softly, noting each tremor of the stone, for a single misstep could reveal the whole mystery. The archives whisper that the floor bears a pattern of sigils—perhaps a key to the hidden chamber. I’ll keep my lantern low and my mind sharper than a quill. Farewell for now.