Sealed within an enchanted book, on a crowded bookshelf, in a hidden room in Nethergarde Keep.

It is with great care that I write this log. I have come to do things which repulse me of late - and yet the light at the end of the dark tunnel approaches. Sacrifices have had to be made, agreements with scum have been arranged. It is with no pride that I approach the ever-flickering glow.

To be a Shadow Sentinel is not a task one should take on lightly, I have come to realise. Heroes are rewarded for their efforts with praise - with affection - and they set about their tasks with the noble gusto and morals read about in the tales of children. Anyone can be a hero - all it takes is an innocent black and white viewpoint of the world and the dedication and courage to sacrifice oneself for it.

To be a Sentinel requires a different type of courage. A different type of sacrifice. You can't be the hero. You will never be treated with praise, or cheering. You will never be trusted, and you will never be the most popular person within the Alliance. You can't always do the heroic act - you have to do things that most would frown upon. That you would frown upon. This is the line a Sentinel walks every day. And the day we start to cross that line is the day we become as bad as the excrement that spawned from former, disgraced Sentinels.

I will continue towards the end of the tunnel - and for every flicker the light makes - I will double my pace. To walk with pride is to become as deluded as he did. To walk with belief is to walk as he did. I will reach my destination soon.