[AkashicRecord]

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Friday, October 20th, 3104. Approximately 7pm:


...receiving a new copy of the Tome that I hold so dear, gives a much needed boost of confidence as I head to Armorer Dellin with the sealed note. Even though the message is for Lucan, Dellin is largely in charge of this one, especially since he's been mentoring me and handling the majority of my training.

"Reporting as ordered, sir."

"At ease, soldier."

(I hand Dellin the sealed note. He scans over it.)

"Got away, did he?"

(I nod.)

"Looks like he got away with your pride too. Loosen up."

"You *did* mention that an Iksar saved your life recently, correct?

"Yes, sir."

"Go grab a Short Beer at the mess hall, we'll discuss this in more detail after I see Lucan."

"Dismissed!"


Relieved, I excuse myself and go order a drink at the mess hall. The other soldiers are all sitting down and ladles of thick, chunky, Griffin Stew are being dispensed into their bowls along the table.

"Listen up, everyone!"

(Everyone stops eating.)

"One of the cooks accidentally cut off a finger while preparing tonight's stew..."

(Everyone starts eating again.)

"He said to let him know if anyone finds it..."

(Everyone stops eating again...)

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