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Though faded by time, this logbook is partially legible:
Third watch. The helanaris returned. I charged the wards, and they drifted over us unsuspecting—I hope.
Sonen argued again that we should turn the lances of the Vir Eluvelin upon the helanaris, as if the Vir Eluvelin were weapons rather than June's cleverest inventions. I pointed out, again, that channeling the deep light of the Fade upon creatures born from it seems... unwise. But wisdom is wasted on Sonen.
Later. Wards dormant. Sonen drinking.
Later. Wards dormant. Sonen used the Vir Eluvelin to charge them. Drunk, he asked if I had ever looked into the lenses of the lance-beam and "seen them." I had no reply.
Later. Wards dormant. Sonen asleep.
I must watch. I will not look.