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Part diary, part sales record, and part self-aggrandising memoir—all scribbled in a heavy, well-travelled tome that smells faintly of pipeweed. Supposedly a business ledger, it serves more as a colourful chronicle of Vratni’s wheeling, dealing, grifting, and occasionally heartfelt attempts at 'honest' trade.
Author’s Note: This piece was shaped with a little help from AI. It provided assistance on things like the structuring, some names, shortening some verbose language/ideas as I'd written, and gave me the odd turn of phrase here and there.
As always, a comission from the talented @sylleth_0 on Instagram! I am told she's not currently taking commissions but credit where it is due! I could not be happier with her rendition of this iconic scene from Korvynn's story with a special guest. <3
The road home was a long one, and not without its travails: between Glad Ereg, on the edge of Hollin, and the villages of southern Bree-land lay something like a hundred leagues, as the crow flies, by Evonne’s own estimate - based on her battered bundle of maps, gathered in Bree and Rivendell.
I have tried to deliver you this message in person, but I did not know your residence. And either way, I learned that you were out of town. I hope that, when postman Bridgewood delivers you this message and you are reading this, you have arrived safely and without too much trouble here in Bree.