(This seems to be some sort of journal, written by a surfacer, most probably a Cordorian adventurer)
DAY 1: Left Cordor for the Underdark with some hired swords and my trusted halfling assistant, Borgis. We’re making excellent time, and we look to enter the cave system in Minmir in a few days. Should I find the fabled ruins of Tollidor, I shall surely be famous!
DAY 4: We ran into so … (The words here are smudged heavily, his own blood seems to be smeared over the page) -eadly force. Only Borgis, myself and two of the henchmen survived! Borgis insist that we still be fine, and now that we’re underground, he can get us to the dig site undetected.
DAY 9: The caverns here make the mind reel. I have already started to miss the sweet light of day, and fresh air in my lungs. One of our henchmen died while approaching some of the fungus growth deeper in the caverns, a cloud of spores leapt from the great mushroom when he got close, he choked and died. I can still see him convulsing.
Day 10: Borgis tells me that he thinks we’re very close now to the ruins. He’s been acting strange lately though. I’m not sure I can trust him, or maybe I’m just being paranoid.
DAY 11: We’ve found the glorious remains of Tollidor! Words simply cannot describe how I feel, first I’ll recover as many artifacts as I can, then document them, no. no. I should wait until I get back to the surface to document them, I just don’t know, too excited to write.
DAY 13: Still down in the ruins, Borgis seemed to wander off this morning (is it morning?). He never came back. Part of me is worried about him, part of me is worried about me. Still, the last henchman is still with me, but he keeps telling me we should leave. Leave now?!? I have to reassure him of the wealth that will be ours, once we return with as many artifacts as possible.
DAY 15: Borgis still hasn’t returned. I was doing the last dig of the expedition, when I seemed to chip right through the cavern floor, and into a lower chamber! We constructed a pulley lift to venture down. I shall report my findings immediately when I return! I’m so excited what could there possibly be down there?
(The journal ends at that entry, nothing more is written. It seems to be very, very old, maybe a hundred years. But where it comes from, is a mystery).