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With a buttoned, fur-lined cloak and her cloaker-leather mantle covering her spidersilk robes and weapon-belt, freshly shod in a barely broken-in pair of warm, sturdy leather boots, and her wide-brimmed spidersilk hat pulled down as far as she guessed decorum might allow, Vel’duith Voiryn stood...

Zinnia's Journal, Entry 1: Bristly Beginnings Okay so this is gonna be weird and new for me, but uh...I don't know. I never thought Dreadlord work could be so lonely, and Kristen thought it might help if I started keeping a diary to store my thoughts in. I don't really know how effective this...