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| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | | quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | ||
| book text = On the wall hangs a seaside landscape, which often catches my eye during the course of my work-a-day life. I'm surprised Gerringothe chose such a decoration for her tollhouse; I've never known her as any appreciator of nature, beauty, art... naught but the cold clink of gold. One day, when my days are repaid, I'll travel to the coast, breathe in two deep draughts of air, and forget Reithwin forever. | | book text = On the wall hangs a seaside landscape, which often catches my eye during the course of my work-a-day life. I'm surprised Gerringothe chose such a decoration for her tollhouse; I've never known her as any appreciator of nature, beauty, art... naught but the cold clink of gold. One day, when my days are repaid, I'll travel to the coast, breathe in two deep draughts of air, and forget Reithwin forever. | ||
| where to find = | | where to find = * Carried by a teller's skeleton in the office of {{coords|-120|-95|Reithwin Tollhouse}} | ||
| type = Books | | type = Books | ||
| rarity = common | | rarity = common | ||
Revision as of 09:30, 17 December 2023
Heavy Book is a journal written by a Reithwin Tollhouse teller.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
BOOK_UNI_SCL_TollhouseVictim_TellerJournalUUID
c89c4bc8-c26f-41b5-bae8-6d27bff806d5
Where to find
- Carried by a teller's skeleton in the office of Reithwin TollhouseX: -120 Y: -95
Text
On the wall hangs a seaside landscape, which often catches my eye during the course of my work-a-day life. I'm surprised Gerringothe chose such a decoration for her tollhouse; I've never known her as any appreciator of nature, beauty, art... naught but the cold clink of gold. One day, when my days are repaid, I'll travel to the coast, breathe in two deep draughts of air, and forget Reithwin forever.