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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 | | book author = Haskinn Xhesilaphin. | ||
| book text = I've only just come back to myself. The pain radiating from my jaw, scaleless body to my very bones left me entirely unable to sleep. By night five of ineffective treatment and total consciousness I began to grow very... I feel the word 'paranoid' doesn't quite cover the depths of that sensation. It was encompassing, sheathing me as if I were a sword and it my scabbard. I was positive that Nikros, my old friend, meant to kill me. As if the severity of my condition had become too much for him to bear witness to. As if poisoning me would end my suffering. Most compelling was the fact that I have myself considered the possibility. Of... ending things. Using this decoction I made a potion that could reveal his thoughts: | | book text = I've only just come back to myself. The pain radiating from my jaw, scaleless body to my very bones left me entirely unable to sleep. By night five of ineffective treatment and total consciousness I began to grow very... I feel the word 'paranoid' doesn't quite cover the depths of that sensation. It was encompassing, sheathing me as if I were a sword and it my scabbard. I was positive that Nikros, my old friend, meant to kill me. As if the severity of my condition had become too much for him to bear witness to. As if poisoning me would end my suffering. Most compelling was the fact that I have myself considered the possibility. Of... ending things. Using this decoction I made a potion that could reveal his thoughts: | ||