Tomorrow is the night. Anticipation and excitement are competing to see which one will take the bigger hold of me. Try as I might I cannot get my mind off of Hiricine. I cannot wait to be rid of his beast and no longer his puppet, but as he’s a deity I can only hope that this potion will truly cure us from his hold.
I have finally finished my project. Arthur has offered to help me polish and box them up in the morning so that they can be given as gifts before tomorrow evening. He praises them as my best work yet, but I still see so many faults with them due to the rush and lack of practice in so long. Hopefully the others will appreciate the sentiment even if their appearance falls sub-par.