Valuables (Octopath Traveler II)

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Valuables is key items in Octopath Traveler II

List of Valuables

Key Items

Needed for proceed and completing certain quests

Name	Description
Cloudy Mirror	A fragment of a mirror gifted by Alphates. The cloudy surface makes it imposibble to see anything within
Folded Paper	It reads. "Where the day meets night."
Contract	An agreement signed with Roque that aIlows Partitio to purchase the rights to the steam engine.
Key to the Freedom	The key to Throné's collar.
Grand Gala Invitation	an invitation from Dolcinaea to the Festival of Grace
Silverwork	Oresrush silverwork. Each one is a masterpiece made of the finest silver.
Pocket Watch	A pocket watch from Clockbank. They are the most precise timepieces on the continent
Coffee Beans	Coffee beans from Tropu'hopu. Rumored to be good enough for a king.

Record

Record is the item use for playing soundtrack of the game. After completing Partitio's Scent of Commerce in Winterbloom, the player will unlocked The Gramophone in Tavern and can play records on it. Record can be found from shops and townpeople.

Name	Obtain	Source
1. Cait's Theme -Piano Version-
2. Cait's Theme -Guitar Version-
3. Cait's Theme -Violin Version-
4. Ochette, the Hunter	Beastling village: Provisioner
5. Castti, the Apothecary	Canalbrine: Provisioner
6. Throné, the Thief	New Delsta: Provisioner
7. Osvald, the Scholar	Cape Cold: Provisioner
8. Partitio, the Merchant	Oresrush: Provisioner
9. Agnea, the Dancer	Cropdale: Provisioner
10. Temenos, the Cleric	Flamechurch: General Store
11. Hikari, the Warrior	Ryu: Provisioner
12. Normal Battle I	Roque Island: Music Merchant
13. Normal Battle II	Roque Island: Music Merchant
14. Normal Battle III	Roque Island: Music Merchant
15. Battle on the Sea	Roque Island: Music Merchant
16. Critical Clash I	Merry Hills: Shrine Entrance: Musician
17. Critical Clash II	Merry Hills: Shrine Entrance: Musician
18. Miscreant's Melody	Wellgrove: Department Store
19. Soliloquy	Wellgrove: Department Store
20. Carefree Days	Wellgrove: Department Store
21. Unshakable Resolve	Wellgrove: Department Store
22. Bygone Days	Wellgrove: Department Store
23. At Your Back	Wellgrove: Department Store
24. Hope	Wellgrove: Department Store
25. Oresrush, Dried Up	Oresrush: Provisioner
26. Oresrush, Dried Up -Night-	Oresrush: Provisioner
27. The Journey Begins	Cropdale: Provisioner
28. All For You	New Delsta: Provisioner
29. Gil on the Keys	New Delsta: Backstreets: Gil
30. Scarlet Folk Song -By the Light of the Heart-	Southern Ku Sands: Yomi

Journal

The only Valuables where the player can check the content of the items in inventory. It contain journals that added more background story of certain characters.

Name	Description	Obtain
Tanzy's Journal	The journal of a certain director	Flamechurch: Cathedral
Oboro's Journal	The journal of someone named Oboro	Ku: Castle Town
Journal Fragments I - XVII	A fragment of a certain scrivener's journal.	Fellsun Ruins
Dancer's Journal	A journal containing a particular dancer's views on the future	Sai: East District
Worn Journal	The diary of a young woman. Only the letters "llows" can be made out on the cover.	Southern Timberain Trail

Transcript

Tanzy's Journal

"Did you write this? Odhner asked. I immediately ripped the book out of his grasp, and he shrank back a little, surprised at my strength. I couldn't believe that he of all people had gotten his hands on my hidden script... Odhner had been acting from a young age and was already doing quite well for himseld. I, too, had longed for the stage since I was a child, but ended up working at my parents' candle shop instead. Even so, I hadn't been able to give up on writing, and it became my secret past time I hadn't shown my scripts to anyone, though, afraid that thier response would confirm just how talentless I was. I screwed my eyes shut in embarrassment, preparing myself for his ridicule of my silly script, but... "Would you mind if I performed this?" he asked. I let out a strange gasp, completely caught off guard. "It'd be a shame not to. Why don't we show it off at the next Festival of Grace?" Though taken aback by the proposal, I was overjoyed to know that someone appreciated my writing. I nodded in agreement and decided to make it a performance to remember. Despite it being Odhner's idea, I realized that I was even more excited than he was. I even began composing musical scores for the show. "l love you, Mary." Those words caused my heart to race and my hands on the harp to stop. "What's wrong?" Odhner asked as he peered into my face with concern. I realized that he no longer looked like that brat who had tormented me with insects in our youth.Still, I knew that the words he spoke were not his own. I had been the one to write them, after all. Half a month before the Festival of Grace, his performance was all but perfect. I couldn't help but wonder when he found the time to practice after his normal work was through. l, on the other hand, was struggling to think of a fitting ending to the script and worked late into the night. Unable to ignore mg struggles, Odhner pulled me away from my desk and whisked me away into town late at night. "The gods are all ours right now," he told me as we snuck into an empty church. Not long after, I was struck by inspiration, perhaps by the grace of the Sacred Flame. Odhner watched quietly as word upon word flowed from the tip of my pen. By the time I was finished, dawn was breaking. As Odhner read my script, his face was more serious than ever, and my heart pounded in my chest, though not out of nervousness... Once he finished, he smiled softly. "Will you marry me?" he asked, and I let out another strange gasp. Had I written that line? No... This time, those words were Odhner's own. His proposals always had a way of bringing me unrivaled joy. My heart warmed at the sight of his smile and the thought of performing the script we had written together. How I wished that happiness would last us a lifetime... Alas, I watched as the clerics carried his casket and sobs filled the air around me. I laid him to rest with our script and his beloved yellow flowers. No, I thought to myself, this wasn't the ending I had envisioned. The day after finishing the script, I woke up to find my love cold beside me. According to the apothecary, Odhnerl's heart had failed him. I wondered if work was to blame. Why hadn't I noticed!? I killed him. I pushed him too hard. It was all my fault, all my fault...! Unable to bear the guilt, I pushed his death from my mind and carried on as usual. But whenever I remembered my beloved, I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth would break. One day, I found myself in front of a church—the same place Odhner and I swore our love to each other—and a single cleric came to speak with me. "Sadness is something that builds up inside us. Holding it all in will do nothing but destroy you," she told me. "Please, let it out. You don't need to endure it any longer." Moved by her warmth, I spoke of everything that I had buried deep inside of me. She listened to every word and, at the end, embraced me gently. All of mg guilt and sadness were washed away by her kindness. Then one day, my feelings for Odhner disappeared, and all that was left was her. One day, I saw her with another woman and feared that she would leave me... Knowing I had to secure my place in her world, I told her that I would do whatever she asked of me. She smiled gently in response and said, "l want you to find the blue flames, wherever they may be in this world." I left on my journey soon thereafter. My parents cried and tried to stop me, but I pushed them away. Unfortunately, I barely knew the area outside of my own home, let alone the whole world... Not long after, I met with a traveling troupe. They claimed to be bringing smiles to every corner of the realm, so I joined them, and the search began. That's how I found it. The blue flame she was looking for. It was on an isle at the edge of theworld. I could only imagine how pleased she'd be. I was sure she would let me stag at her side. Oh, how I adore Sister Mindt... "l love you, Tanzu," she said. Her warm voice and words reverberated in my head. She then handed me an old tome called the Book of Night and recommended that I read it, so I did right then and there. It was a story of a people who did not long to see the dawn. I'd never read such an incredible tale before. As I looked up from its pages, she smiled at me. I realized that there was no greater happiness to be had than reading a wonderful book and seeing Sister Mindt's smile. In my mind, no brighter dawn awaited. Yes... I have no need for the dawn. It can all end here and now...

Oboro's Journal

My name is Oboro. I was born in U, a nation bled dry by its interminable war with Ku. Empty stomachs, spreading pestilence, and nights spent curled up against the chill were facts of life. Although the adults around me blamed my birth for my miserable lot, even in my tender years I knew the truth: Ku was to blame. That wretched nation who preyed upon the weak, bringing strife and death in its wake. While the better part of my life was spent in suffering, my sister brought some small measure of joy to my existence. We were not bound by blood; I plucked her from the city streets and raised her as my own family. Now some might think shouldering such a burden is folly, especially when I scarcely knew from where my next meal would come. However, I could tell that this child had a fire within her. Yes, when she spied the dagger I held in my hand, her cries ceased, and I knew. It was at that very moment when I decided we would make it through this life together. Oh, how naïve I was then. After four years of relative peace, Ku's forces fell upon the town we called home. If the tyrants were victorious, we would be killed or captured, forced to spend our lives in servitude. I resolved to kill King Jigo of Ku myself, that we might be spared such a fate. After donning the armor of a dead Ku soldier, I asked my sister to slash my body, and made my way to Jigo under the guise of being a wounded ally. While I slipped through Ku's ranks, my attempt on Jigo's life failed and I was captured. As his soldiers pinned me down, my mind grasped for a clever escape. It was then that Jigo asked, "Will you serve Ku by mg side?" An unexpected offer, to say the least, but one I did not hesitate to take. I turned my back on our home and joined hands with my sworn enemy. All so that my sister and I could live. However, still we found no comfort. Ku's bloody conquest poured over one border after another, and the fires of war spread unabated. As the desert was stained a deep crimson, my heart became black as pitch. I recall on one particularly red day noticing a corpse turned toward me, its gaze piercing through lifeless eyes. I tried to look away, only to be met with a field of dead bodies upon the sand, each one leering at me intently. Perhaps it was merely the work of a troubled imagination, but that is hardly the point. The act of living became something I could not comprehend. We steal, only to be stolen from, and then we die. This cycle repeats itself time and time again until at the end we find...what? I pondered the answer to this question and eventually reached my answer. Life has no meaning, and living is a fool's errand. I was mistaken to look toward the dawn, for tomorrow is but a farce. A world so twisted ill deserves to see a new day. So, I will ensure that it never comes. Such was the thought in the forefront of my mind as I wore the mask of dutiful subject. Day after day I played my role, until a man came to me bearing a grimoire and claiming it would pique my interest. The text within was said to stir the hearts of all who read it, but I was unmoved as I turned the final page, for I had come to realize the truths it laid bare on my own. How many years has it been since then? At last, my plan is in motion, and a great battle looms on the horizon. This world will meet its end, and the light of dawn will be replaced with a choking darkness. For life has no meaning, and tomorrow is but a farce. Wouldn't you agree? No longer will we be forced to kill or be killed. No longer will we be forced to greet a dawn that only brings more suffering. The end is nigh.

Journal Fragment I

I did it! I finally got hired as a scrivener—and for the Delsta Times, too! All the world's information flows through a newspaper; a river of facts alongside a paper waterwheel. An endless procession of scoop, scoop, scoop. As a journalist, I'll dash about the world investigating, uncovering, and breaking news. What better way for me to carry our my mission? I've thought about this a lot, and everyone has some fact they're hiding; vast sums of knowledge locked in noggins the world over. But how to crack open these repositories and acquire those tasty secrets within? That's the rub, of course. As I am now, I doubt I have the dexterity to pick any of those cranial locks. I was raised in isolation, always out of loop, hiding quietly on the outskirts of society. There's a positive way to spin that, though: I spent all the time that I wasn't talking to people observing them. Here's what I learned: poeple let their guard down around cute little animals. A scowling guard captain will play cuddly-coo with an adorable puppy, and soon confess all his gripes to the precious thing. And so, I will become the puppy! I'll wag my little doggy tail, act the part of the friendly little non-threatening furball, and slide right into people's confidences. My brother may be the soaring eagle with his bird's-eye view, but I'll be a sharp-eyed hound, keeping my nose to the ground and sniffing out every last detail I can find.

Journal Fragment II

My oldest memory is...crimson. A spray of bright red droplets and a harrowing scream. A crowd fleeing in all directions, and enemy soldiers mercilessly cutting down innocents. Some of them even laughed as they did it. Amidst this, I was a stone. Still in my tender gears, I neither cried nor wept nor cowered, but merely watched the chaos unfold. Being raised in a war-torn land does things to an impressionable mind, and I suppose something had already broken inside me. I would've died that day, cut down like the rest, were it not for my brother. His cunning carved a path for us out of that hellish place. My brother is brilliant. So much so that the enemy king spared him if he would serve. Yet despite his genius, despite how shrewd the plans he proposed were in their attempts to avoid bloodshed, the blood always flowed. Humans steal. They kill. They take and they take and they take. Lives, possessions, land... It’s the state of our nature. A simple fact of our existence. My brother and I have seen so much together, and we’ve both reached the same conclusion: the world doesn't deserve to see another dawn. The life of man is nasty, brutish, and ugly. Why not make it short?

Journal Fragment III

"l need her on our side, and I need you to convince her that's a good idea." My brother’s face was flushed as he handed me the letter addressed to Rai Mei. Perhaps he'd been in his cups. I didn't need to ask him why he would be celebrating; the fundraising in Montwise was going swimmingly. On my way home I spotted Hikari. He's the key to everything in Ku, and if our machinations go according to plan, my brother will get what he's after. I doubt Hikari has a clue who I am. Another tactic proposed by brother dearest. No prior familiarity with me will help move things along down the line. But though Hikari doesn't know anything about me, I certainly know a lot about him. Hikari has another side to him; a second personality that my brother says was born from his family's cursed lineage. Somewhere in the past, Clan Ku's blood mingled with that of the infamous archmage D'arqest, sparking a history of war and sacrifice. A more odious bloodline I do not know. As I passed Hikari in the street, for a moment I felt as if our eyes met. His gaze was steady and true, just as it was when he was a boy. How had that bright spark in his eyes not dimmed over time? He had seen the same horrors I had, been through the same terrible war...

Journal Fragment IV

This is bad. Hikari was captured before I had the chance to deliver my brother's letter to Rai Mei. If Hikari is killed, it'll ruin everything, and we'll have to start over from scratch. Clan Mei calls the fortress of Stormhail its home. Coldest place in Solistia, and I hate it. Time is of the essence, get this frigid blizzard is battering me about like a leaf in the wind. If only I could take two steps without being blown three back! ---- By the time I finally reached Stormhail, Hikari had already been released. I can only assume he managed to sway Rai Mei on his own. I handed my overdue missive to one of Rai Mei's retainers and quickly put that chilly place behind me.

Journal Fragment V

"Osvald is sentenced to life imprisonment." It took me a moment to process the judge's verdict. I blinked, doubting my ears. What was going on here!? He was supposed to be executed...wasn’t he? I ran as fast as I could to find Harvey. I should have known That swine had stuffed leaves into the judge's pocket to bribe him into that decision. Why? "l want him to see the power of my perfected magic." That's his reason, the blighted fool. Pride, worthless pride. We need the Book of Demons complete. What if Osvald somehow finds a way to interfere? When I gave my report to my brother, he simply said, "Just watch the spectacle unfold." Apparently, my brother had already taken Harvey's massive ego into account when he made his contract with the man. If that's the case, then I suppose this isn't a problem after all. Regardless, I should hurry and gather what information I can about Frigit Isle.

Journal Fragment VI

I concealed myself among the chattering students and slipped into Harvey's lecture. The Book of Demons is nearly complete, so he was in a jovial mood. When I saw my chance, I gave Harvey the news. Osvald had tried to escape Frigit Isle and died in the attempt. I thought the news would throw his high spirits off a cliff, but instead he just started giggling. It was creepy. When he finally settled down, he merely said, "l need to prepare for my guest's arrival," and vanished back into his laboratory, humming cheerfully all the while. It's like he thinks Osvald is alive. ...Is Osvald alive? It can’t be, and yet..if so, then he will come here to find Harvey and seek his vengeance. Wait... This could be perfect. I doubt Harvey will honor our agreement and hand over the Book of Demons without a fuss. If I can set those two against each other, it might create the perfect opportunity to slip in and swipe the book. I wonder if my brother had predicted this, too.

Journal Fragment VII

Harvey has left for Duskruin Shrine. The remains of Archmage D'arqest will provide the final piece that Harvey needs. The Book of Demons will soon be complete! ----- I found a nice, cozy place to conceal myself, and sure enough Osvald showed up. Just as predicted, the two fought it out, and I was able to retrieve the Book of Demons in the wake of their battle. There was one surprise, however: Harvey escaped alive. What was that bright flash of magic? A glimpse of a force that may dwarf even that of the Book of Demons? That girl... Does she have some special power within her?

Journal Fragment VIII

Osvald entrusted the girl Elena to his assistant before setting off on a journey. Like Alpates, the blood of the Lumina family runs in Elena's veins. I’ll need to continue monitoring her to watch for suspicious signs. ----- Day after day, Elena sits at her desk and pours herself into her studies. A diligent girl, I suppose, but I am curious as to why her brow sometimes wrinkles and she cradles her head in her hands. Still, her eyes are bright and her gaze seemingly set on some happy goal far off in the distance. A marked difference from when I saw her in Harvey's company—there was only worry and fear in her eyes then. ----- My heart nearly leapt out of my throat when I heard that assistant's voice suddenly ring out behind me. "Can I help you, miss?" I immediately turned and tried to distract and dissemble with my tried and true cover story: "Can I interest you in a newspaper subscription?" She smiled then, eyes warm, but I sensed a keen suspicion burning deep within those friendly eyes. I will not underestimate her again. No one else has ever noticed me when I didn't want to be found I'll need to abandon my surveillance. Too risky. Besides, I've seen nothing suspect in all the time I've watched Elena. Might as well move on to more important matters.

Journal Fragment IX

Well, here I am in Canalbrine. Word is that I can find someone who has the lost pages of the Book of Night's original manuscript. Kaldena, captain of the Sacred Guard, seems to be moving as Arcanette predicted and assembling these pages. There is a potential problem, however. A nosy inquisitor named Temenos seems to have caught wind of all this. Arcanette has her eye on him, but I can only pray he doesn't make any problems for us. ...I'll need to be careful not to draw his attention, too. The Book of Night is close to being fully restored. Once it is, I'll need to move quickly to retrieve it and fulfill my mission. Allying myself with Arcanette was merely the easiest means to that end. My brother did tell me to be wary of her, however. He was quite forceful about it. I wonder why?

Journal Fragment X

Kaldena, captain of the Sacred Guard, is driven by a lust for vengeance. To achieve that end she seeks to make the power of Shadow her own, and with the restored Book of Night in hand she set out for the Twilight Shrine. Her naïve' dream of avenging her people will never become reality. Why, you ask, dear diary? Because the rite Arcanette taught her is purposely flawed. ----- So there I was, hiding in the shadows of the Twilight Shrine and waiting for the perfect opportunity. Lo and behold, Kaldena’s rite went awry and she transformed into a most hideous form. No one told me I'd have to deal with some horrible monster! This is above my pay grade! Luckily, I had no need to fear. That Temenos showed up and handled the Kaldena problem for me. I suppose Arcanette was behind his well- timed arrival. What a puppet master, bravo. I finally understand why my brother warned me to keep an eye on her. I slipped down to the ritual site after Temenos made his exit and retrieved the Book of Night. All that's left is to combine it with the Book of Demons, and we'll be able to complete the Darkblood Grimoire.

Journal Fragment XI

Here I am. Grand ol' Timberain, just in time for the coronation ceremony. Word on the street is that an apothecary named Trousseau is going to rain on the parade with a storm infused with Shadow energy. His goal, and I quote, is ito extend a hand to save all in need." What a nice notion. Let's rewind the clock. It was one year ago that Trousseau lost hope in the future and started down this path. He was out gathering medicinal herbs when he stumbled into Lostseed. There, he met Claude, who gave him the Book of Night. Claude was disappointed with the encounter, it seems. He had swayed Trousseau to his side, but couldn't persuade an apothecary in the manis company. With a regretful sigh, he told me that this other apothecary's eyes were filled with a motherly strength: deep wells of kindness that belied a sense of fierce determination. What was her name again? Ah, yes. Castti. She stopped Trousseau, saw the people of Timberain to safety, and even dealt with the poison rain. As if that wasn't enough, she also managed to mix up medicine that could combat the Shadow on the spot! Claude's intuition was right: Castti is someone to keep an eye on. My brother will need to know that we have another dangerous potential wrench in our plans.

Journal Fragment XII

I met a merchant today in Clockbank; an honest fellow with laughing eyes named Partitio. He's boasted that he'll "rustle up" eighty billion leaves and buy the rights to the steam engine from its current owner, Mr. Roque. Then he'll give the technology away to everyone. When pressed on why, he said: "Things like this should be shared with the whole world." Partitio...confuses me. If I can borrow that ruthless Roque's words: "It is human nature to take from others and give unto oneself." Despite his noble declarations, l’m sure Partitio will prove himself no different from the other slime. Greed and self-interest will win out in the end They always do. ...Still, I'm vaguely curious as to how his story will play out. I'll follow this Partitio, though I'll keep my expectations low. Placing your faith in others only gets you betrayed in the end.

Journal Fragment XIII

I can't believe it. How did Partitio turn that economic desert of a town into a hopping commercial hub? That business idea of his was inspired. I must admit that watching Alrond’s Department Store come to life woke something...warm inside me. I told Partitio that "the worlds filled with people groaning under the weight of a thousand problems. It's fresh ideas like this that bring a rag of jog into troubled lives." For once, I really, truly meant what I said. I should never have poured my heart out in public like that. I suppose my declaration was proof that he's cracked my emotional defenses and convinced me to *gasp* believe in him. In my defense, he's really something else! Before I knew it, I was promising to help. Truth is, I'm excited to see what magic he'll pull out of his Partitio hat next. Guess what, dear diary? This is the first time I've ever helped someone for something that wasn’t directly related to my mission. Let me stop for a moment and also appreciate the fact that he convinced the Alrond to invest eighty billion leaves in him. Eighty. Billion. The question is, will Partitio prove to be a man of integrity? Will he really use those leaves to help the world, and not just to line his own pockets? Just a little bit longer… Only a bit, mind. I find myself needing to see what he does next.

Journal Fragment XIV

Partitio’s gone and done it. He has gone. And. Done it. He's humbled Roque and actually wrested the rights to the steam engine from that greedy tycoon. Still, that's nothing compared to what he did next: he actually gave it away, just as he said he would. "Things like this should be shared with the whole world." Hels lived up to that grandiose statement and then some. The heat of his passion even melted Roque's icy heart, and I didn't think the desert sun was hot enough to do that. So, taking a step back, what Partitio did is impossible. Unimaginable. Inconceivable. I’ve observed countless people in my time, and to date, every one of them is motivated to varying degrees by self-interest. People are always willing to step on others to achieve their own. interests. But Partitio... Is he truly different? Is he someone who can at last transform this dark, ugly world into something wonderful? What do you think, Brother?

Journal Fragment XV

My brother made a deal with Harvey. Craft the Book of Demons, an evil tome said to be imbued with the magic of D’arqest himself. Why, you ask? Well, dear diary, because we need it to restore the lost Darkblood Grimoire. The rub here is that neither mg brilliant brother nor even Claude knows how to make this tome—thus, the need for Harvey. The one thing my brother does know is that the remains of D'arqest are a key component. When I shared that vital tidbit, Harvey smiled. "That's all I needed." It sounds like he was already most of the way there. He's a valuable asset, so we'll do everything we can to assist him. Harvey has an unhealthy obsession with a scholar named Osvald. No, let's call it what it is: a severe inferiority complex. Harvey told me he'd gladly give up the dawn if it meant he could best the man. We let Harvey read the Book of Night in order to pull him into our intrigues, but honestly, I think it wasn't necessary. That bottomless well of envy in his gut, properly manipulated, would likely have been motivation enough. Besides, I don’t trust him. No normal person can fathom that twisted mind of his.

Journal Fragment XVI

"Welcome to my humble castle." That was how he greeted me when I arrived in Lostseed, before he took me on a casual stroll through that rotting mausoleum of a town. I struggled not to gag on the stench of death and decay, all the while him smiling and breathing deep as if taking in the airs of a tranquil mountain meadow. This ghastly man's name is Claude, and he is the descendent of the infamous archmage D’arqest. It is said that his notorious grandfather gave him a taste of the blood of the malevolent god of darkness, Vide—frighteningly enough, while he was still in the womb. As a result, the man is blessed with eternal youth. With the blood of D'arqest and Vide within his veins, Claude's fate was to become the dark god’s vessel. And yet, he rejected this destiny and instead chose to pass that honor on to his offspring. For our part, we don't care who the vessel is, just that we have one. Claude, however, seems to have...preferences in the matter. "Preferences," fah! The man sired countless children with countless women and set his progeny at each other's throats—to the bloody victor goes the ultimate spoils. I shivered as he looked me up and down, his eyes seeming to pierce my very soul. It was as if he was seeking to plant a murderous seed inside me, too. When he handed me the Darkblood Staff, he told me that the woman who stole it for him has a lot of potential. His words. My purpose in Lostseed fulfilled, I hurried out of there. I can't wait to hand the staff over to Arcanette and let her handle the cathedral's Sacred Flame.

Journal Fragment XVII

Dear diary, today I met with Petrichor, the woman known as the Dark Hunter. I’d introduced her to Professor Harvey several years ago at Arcanette’s request. She was talkative today, and had this to sagy: "I met Arcanette when I was young, and it was then that I swore myself to her service. Ever since, I have hunted for her and her alone, even slaying the legendary monster known as 'the Guardian of the First Flame' at her behest. Sometimes, I hunted people, too, like the time I came to possess the Darkblood Bow. Once again, my lady has use of me, and so I shall gladly obey." I nodded along, and when she was finished, she showed me a monster. This beast, which she had captured on Toto’haha, looked out at me with eyes filled with loathing for all that walked on this earth. I asked her what it was, and she told me the result of years of brutal conditioning and a healthy dose of Harvey's science for good measure. The result, an abomination crafted through repeated and horrifying experiments. I nodded again. A soul this steeped in despair would surely prove to be a great source of power. It seems that leaving the Flame of Toto’haha in her care should prove no issue.

Dancer's Journal

I don’t know how much time has passed since my teacher left. But even though no one is left to instruct me, I will continue my training. I practice the steps she taught me over and over again in hopes that I will be able move just as she did, and I will never forget the dance that changed my life. In my memories, my teacher shines like the sun. I've decided that l, too, will be as radiant as she was, and no one will ever shake that resolve. My teacher spoke of a grand theater on the eastern continent. She said it could hold hundreds and was home to a gorgeous stage on which only the most resplendent of performers could ever set foot. That is a world that I—in this poor, dirty town—cannot even begin to imagine. And I doubt I'm the only one. Platt, his wife, the orphans, even the townspeople... That world is just too dazzling for us. It shines too brightly. But if it truly is that beautiful, I want to show it to everyone. That's why I'm going to become a star and change everything. When I'm rich, I can rebuild this place. I can light up every corner of this dark, dingy, leafless little town and make it shine! I'll build a grand theater just for us, then everyone can live in happiness. But to do that, I must practice. I must dance and sing with all my might until I become a star. I will dedicate all that I am to this town. So today, tomorrow, and the day after, I will keep dancing.

Worn Journal

Diary Today I wrote invitations to my birthday party. I’m going to invite all of my friends. We're going to eat a big cake. I can't wait! I'm so excited to open my presents. I wonder what I'll get! --------- Today the clothing man came. He always brings lots of clothes and says " l have some things I'm sure you'll like." But I always like what he brings, so I don't know why he says that! I couldn't choose what to wear for the party, so Mama just bought everything I wanted. Now I have until the party to decide! --------- Today I played hide-and-seek with Grandpa and found something amazing. It was the present Mama and Papa got for me! It is definitely a music box! I can tell by the size and weight. I've always wanted one! Now I'm even more excited for my birthday. --------- Today we got ready for the party. All the servants and I were really busy. I tasted sweets, helped decorate mg room, and thought about what to wear. It was a lot of hard work. When I went outside to play for a little while, I saw my servant x x x talking to someone. I was going to introduce myself, but then x x x dragged me back to the house, so I couldn't. When I stumbled, money fell out of x x x’s pocket. I wonder why she didn't put it in her coin purse. --------- I'm inside the closet now. Mama said not to come out, but I have to choose my accessories before the party tomorrow... I’m bored, so I'm going to write a lot about what happened today. When I was eating dinner, I heard a voice coming from the hallway. The servants went to see, but then came back screaming. I covered my ears because it was so loud, then Mama took my hand and started to run. I told her it hurt, but she didn't let go. Everyone just drags me around these days.. Mama put me in the closet and said not to come out until she or Papa came to get me, so here I am. But I got bored, so I went to get my diary. Nobody saw me, so I don't think Mama will be mad. Now I have nothing to write about. I’m about to do something bad...and open my present! This is the closet where Mama and Papa hid my music box! If I can retie the ribbon nicely, no one will know I opened it. But I wonder if it's okay.... I'm a little worried. But I was too excited, so I opened the present and played the music box anyway! It plays such a pretty melody! And the music box is beautiful, too. I can't wait for tomorrow. I want everyone to hea