To the Esteemed Dreadlords of Vel Anir,
I have been gone for only a short time, yet already I am hearing the most troubling things. Whispers. They spread through your halls of power like carrion birds drawn to something rotten. The Academy, once a crucible where the worthy were tempered in...
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