Below the header, this entry is scrawled in a rushed, shaky hand - quite unlike the elegant cursive of the preceding entry.
Day 2
The dead are coming for us. We are trapped.
We have barricaded the entrance, but they are coming.
Ost Chall is what the woman called this place. Margrete - some treasure-hunter. From the road we thought we heard someone in trouble - came rushing to help. Like idiots. Damned greedy fool set off a trap. Set the entire ruin against us.
We found a defended courtyard, and have sealed the gate. But there is no way out. It's just a matter of time.
We should not have come here.
If anyone ever finds this
Get out if you still can
