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Revision as of 06:07, 13 August 2024
A common book, detailing the journey of a refugee to Baldur's Gate.
An agoraphobic and cantankerous refugee's journal.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
- In Rivington, up the hill behind the Sword Coast Couriers building, laying on a bedroll next to a chicken coop X: 70 Y: 16.
Text
[This stained tome records a long and arduous journey.]
I hoofed it to Baldur's Gate based on a gods-damned promise. 'They'll welcome you with open arms', my cousin said. 'Everyone has a home in the Gate!'
Seventeen days I marched. Seventeen days of their whining toddlers and their piss-reek. Seventeen days of howling wolves, huddling around sickly fires, and STILL that stench.
Of course they didn't let us through to the city when we showed up. Shoved us into a camp teeming with snivelers and sneerers. Had it with them, their sob stories, the entire gall of their PRESENCE. If I've got to be stuck outside the city, I'll make home in a chicken coop. Smells better than those shit-stained whelps called my cousins, at least.
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