November 3rd, Dawn.

Well. The seal is still here. I have rations with me, but I’m hoping not to have to use them. There is a small hole in the ceiling, where rain water drops through. I’ve placed a bucket underneath for gathering water. I guess my situation could be worse, but this still isn’t good. I’m going to try and use what little magic I know and analyse the seal. I’ve been trying to keep an eye out for any passersby too but I haven’t seen any. I’m not giving up. Some stupid spell isn’t going to be the death of me.

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