Igor Bartali's Adventures
Description
Logs of Velia's Chief Igor Bartali's youthful past
Bookshelf
Igor Bartali's Adventures Vol. III
Requirements
Reach Lv. 51, complete [Calpheon] main questline or [Special Growth] Fughar's Memorandum - Chapter 6
The Restless Dead
February 26
Several days have past since I last wrote an entry. Circumstances have prevented me from doing so.
The villagers seem to be suspicious of strangers. They greet me with silence and vacant expressions. I continue to wander around the areas nearby to get to the bottom of the rumors.
I finally came across an empty house filled with quite strange looking ornaments.
While continuing my search through the house, I sense a pair of eyes watching me. As soon as I turn around, I see a small child quickly running away into hiding.
I try my best to catch up with the child but the child is too quick and is already gone. I only manage to recover a strange looking wooden doll on the floor where the child once stood.
The child probably couldn't have gone far.
I try my best to retrace the child's footsteps, and I soon find myself in front of a building that seems to have been used as a chapel.
Upon entering, I found the child crouched in a corner glaring at me with a look of contempt.
Several days have past since I last wrote an entry. Circumstances have prevented me from doing so.
The villagers seem to be suspicious of strangers. They greet me with silence and vacant expressions. I continue to wander around the areas nearby to get to the bottom of the rumors.
I finally came across an empty house filled with quite strange looking ornaments.
While continuing my search through the house, I sense a pair of eyes watching me. As soon as I turn around, I see a small child quickly running away into hiding.
I try my best to catch up with the child but the child is too quick and is already gone. I only manage to recover a strange looking wooden doll on the floor where the child once stood.
The child probably couldn't have gone far.
I try my best to retrace the child's footsteps, and I soon find myself in front of a building that seems to have been used as a chapel.
Upon entering, I found the child crouched in a corner glaring at me with a look of contempt.