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{{Item<br />
| Name = Torn Journal<br />
| Icon Image = Torn Journal (First Half) Icon.png<br />
| Value = 40<br />
| Burden = 80<br />
| Special Properties =<br />
| Additional = 6 of 6 pages full.<br />
| Description = The first half of a small handwritten journal.<br />
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| Author = [[Cambarth]]<br />
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4th of Frostfell, 13th Year of Exile<br />
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Today a most curious thing occurred. Asjan and I were discussing worker productivity when there was a soft knock at the door. Upon opening it, a violet-cloaked figure wearing a mask floated - floated! - in the air before us. Asjan gasped and froze. I asked this creature if I could help it, reasoning that since it knocked politely, in our fashion, it must have Intellect. The Thing introduced itself as "Lord Sarvaen," a noble of Arwic, and offered me a business proposition. I asked what it had in mind.<br />
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"Sarvaen" floated in the room, the ragged trailings of its cloak fluttering, and explained that it had need for the unique crystals I had discovered in the mountain. Its voice was... Ah, but I lack the words. Deep it was, and oddly cadenced. It was beyond question not a man's voice, and sounded as if it came through a tunnel, or from the grave. Straight-faced, I asked what it offered in turn. At this, one violet-draped "arm" rose and placed a gem upon the table. I did not see its hand for the folds of the cloak.<br />
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It was a ruby; large, flawless, and more finely cut than any stone I have ever seen. I have not the words to do justice to this amazing artifact.<br />
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Exchanging raw crystal of undetermined worth for such incredible craftsmanship seemed like a sound decision, so I offered to draw up a contract. "Sarvaen's" cloak rippled, as if a swarm of insects were beating against the interior, and it said that true men preferred to do business without records.<br />
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At this, Asjan's nerve snapped, and he ran from the room shrieking hysterically. The Thing turned to mark his passage, and I believe I saw a flash of violet-blue light from behind the corner of its bizarre mask.<br />
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The deal, fortunately, was quickly agreed upon, and "Sarvaen" left a small pile of jewels behind, as a token of its good faith. I calculate their worth to be in excess of 100,000 Pyreal.<br />
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I do not trust this Thing by any account. But one cannot argue with the profit - which is, after all, why I am in this hellish place!<br />
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7th Frostfell<br />
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Asjan has disappeared. A badly written note, supposedly from him, was found, saying that he went home to Qalaba'r. I know the Thing did it. It still believes that I believe it is a man, and it must remain so improbably ignorant<br />
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== Notes ==<br />
* Dropped by the [[Virindi Overseer]] in [[Mount Lethe Magma Tubes]].<br />
* For the second half, see {{itemlink|Torn Journal (Second Half)|Torn Journal}}.<br />
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