An Angel Has Fallen Session 4: Fire, blood, and the spark of life

From the journal of Amsir the Crippled, written in sprawling, loopy letters. Spattered with blood and sweat. These old ruins are filled with deadly sorts. During the action today I took a shot. Scribbling this down to try and make sense of it. My ribs hurt. The day started with Artorias, Merlin, and Vennkat searching ruins for anything worthwhile. They uncovered a snake, some old books, and a building with a chained up spiritless. I called to the creature, checked to see if it was capable of reason. It wasn't. So we killed it and went through the trapdoor it was guarding. Another spiritless behind bars, a woman dressed in newer clothes. They also didn't react to my calls so I chopped them to bits as to not reconstitute. Artorias dug around in the room and found a journal belonging to some pit fighter named Dwarf. The spiritless was his wife or something. Shame to lose her twice. I suggested we ambush this man as he is a capable fighter, no sense in leaving around a potential enemy…