We have finally made it to Pon. It has taken us a week more than the month we originally allowed ourselves to get here, but we were led to believe that it wouldn't matter if we arrived late. We were told that we could find a wizard, if not a stone. Well, the only stones I have seen have been the dull, frozen rocks that can be found anywhere - none special enough to merit a trek across hill and valley and through forest. And as far as wizards are concerned, I don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking for. I had never heard of a wizard until that man said there'd be some here. That hadn't worried us, we had assumed we could ask someone at Pon to show us a wizard, but Pon is in ruins. The buildings have all collapsed. None reach more than five feet into the sky. Clearly no one has lived here in centuries.
An obelisk stands outside the ruined town. As Lanua started a fire to keep us warm in this chilly place we thought we heard a hum from that direction, but when we looked closer we couldn't see anything different about it, and soon the humming stopped.
What will we do? I suppose we could set off back to Old Traders' Village in the morning and hope that we get there before the fighting ends. Would we just be running to our deaths? I don't know how we could defeat Ice Elementals with their ability to turn to mist as they are struck by swords. Lanua's flaming arrows do slow them, but not for long, and if she was capable of defending the whole town alone we would not have come to this place.
I don't know what we should do. It seems our quest has failed. It is beginning to snow. I will pray for N'Ras, K'Ylin and everyone else from the village tonight. Then we will begin our long run back to their aid in the morning. Even if it is a run to our deaths, I must help them in what might well be both their first, and final, stand.
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