9/17/201x- 19:26

Dear Journal,

Now with Mother gone, I have taken several moments to realize that she was right all along.

The surface world is a terrible place.

Water and cold galore.

It was 'hailing' for the love of all things holy.

I learned from Mitchell that hail is frozen water known as ice falling from the sky rather than water or rain.

I have no recollection of my sickened state overnight, but a local sorcerer has managed to nurse me back to full health with a single potion.

I will continue writing, but very scarcely.

~Preston