★ 006 ★ [voice]

[blindsoothsayer]

[There's the sound of papers rusting; the journal has been magicked to record even before Physis finds it.]

Ah, where...

[The crash of a metal instrument hitting the floor, then a sigh of relief as she picks up the journal and holds it.

Then, in a panic.]

Everyone!

[Deep breaths for a minute, then more calmly]

Everybody on the trip, please, come back here. It's not safe!

[And then, in an almost inaudible whisper.]

I'm sorry...