Faustino’s Journal, Eight night since the eighth moon of this year. Bronhaven, A knock on the door, I tilted my head while I was sitting in my chair, who could it be, I walked to the door, opened it and there was a man, introduced himself as “the courier” he handed me a pouch filled with silver coins, and a letter…
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