The high priest summoned me early this morning. The smart priest was also present. The high priest appeared very angry, and questioned me on many things. At first I thought someone or something had upset him, and he was trying to get to the bottom of it. But then I figure out that he was simply testing me. He was trying to rattle me - or at least trying to see how far he could push before I would break.

When I realised what he was doing, the game was over. I must have betrayed my discovery, because the high priest smiled and nodded to the smart priest. "Your star is on the rise, little Ippip."

The high priest has been traveling frequently between our temple and the one in the north. Soon he will move there and the smart priest will mostly likely become our new high priest.

There is talk that two acolytes will be raised to priest status. I believe it will be the sharp one and the bald one.

Allow me to apologize now for anything that I may write this evening. It is very late and I am very drunk...

She-who-once-was-my-enemy is leaving the temple today. It is of her own choice and on her own terms. She will be missed. I and a few others met at the Kash Bowl to bid her farewell one last time.

I was surprised by how few showed up. She had quite a following within the temple, but now that she is leaving after many years, I guess her following is not as strong as it appeared.

The fat priest and a hand full of initiates were the only ones to attend her farewell dinner. Many brought gifts, And the wine was plentiful and we drank freely.

Following the dinner many of us stayed and discussed the old times. The fat priest and a local builder played some Oleshye, and drank more wine.

She-who-once-was-my-enemy left before the High Priest arrived. The local builder, the fat priest, and a few that remained were quite drunk by this point. I am ashamed to admit that more than once I flirted with a young lady with whom I am well aware that the fat priest is having an affair with.

At the risk of seeming anti-social, I separated myself from the party and found my way to the kitchen in an attempt to sober up. Unfortunately, the cook's husband and another woman showed up as well. Both were very drunk. I sat and listened to their gossip and crude jokes until I was sober enough to walk home. And now, back in my small room within the temple I wish I wasn't alone. But I need to sleep... I am about to pass out... good night, my gentle reader,

I stood beside the old one and the sharp one today. We spoke with a half-dozen initiates. I spoke most. The sharp one watched me closley. She knows I am stronger, but she does not fear me. The old one spoke very little. He has said much already. His time is over. The initiates stared wide-eyed at me as I sang the songs and danced amongst them. I hope these six will be strong. I did not pick them all. And some I would not have. I saw the fear in some of their eyes. Time will tell. She always does.