Caspar's combat journal. Let's take a look at the most recent entry.
Caspar Striker, Entry 57
Another batch of young adventurers have gone off to make their mark in Badongerst, though I made sure to put them through their paces. Can't have their sword arm slacking, now can I?
Phoebe may give me grief, but everyone knows at the end of the day you can't beat a blade. It's the best weapon there is, really. Although... I can't count the number of times Phoebe's magic has saved my life. Her and Rowen, both. Without them I'd never have made it through half the adventures we had back in the day.
I'll never forget that time Rowen and I encountered that terrifying demon in the old mausoleum. We both thought we were done for! Of course, in comes Phoebe waving her wand around, and ZAP! That demon turns around, startled as all hell, as she fires off some crazy spell right in its face.
Then she looks at us with this obnoxious grin, and Rowen and I just looked at each other, and we just... knew. With a nod, I drew my sword and went right for the demon's legs, chopping and slashing! And Rowen, the brave fool he is, jumps on top of the damned thing's back!
The look on Rowen's face when he pulled out his bow and sent an arrow right through the back of the demon's head is still vivid in my mind after all these years. Of all his many faces, that one sticks with me the most. He just stared at the demon raging beneath him, almost as if all the fear had left his body.
He'll never hear it from me, but I felt mighty jealous of his mettle at that moment. Of course, we laughed about the whole thing on the way back to Kal Crossing. I miss those times. Everything just seemed... simpler.
I'll always remember my promise to Theodore, though. Not that Phoebe and Rowen would ever let me. No, our work here now is vital, and I know we're needed right where we are now.
After all, without us, poor Badon would have his hands full teaching his recruits how to parry a blade or nock an arrow! Not to mention cast spells! I'd almost pay to see him try that, actually. It would be quite the sight.
I do wish, though... I wish I could do more. I know what I'm doing matters, but is this really it? Surely there's something more we could do to protect the region. Things are more dangerous than ever, and I just worry sometimes.
Hm... I guess I'll just have to leave the worrying to Phoebe. Can't have my pupils see my concern reflected in their shields, now can I?
Coming across a blank page, you put the journal down.
