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Journal of Zae'Vahn

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I hate traveling.

I hate leaving Lorilen.

I hate being outside.

So what in the name of whatever gods may exist convinced me to travel to Al'Khazar in order to acquire some lumber?

About halfway down the road, I was waylaid by bandits, who stole all my Minas. And my shirt. Why would they steal my shirt?!

Then, to make matters worse, it started raining. And it continued raining. For the rest of the day.

Then, when I finally reached Al'Khazar, I had to beg for minas until a kind stranger gave me some.

Oh, and on top of that, the wood seller had moved to Lorilen.

I. HATE. MY. LIFE.

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