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Gravekeeper's Journal

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Gravekeeper's Journal is a diary kept by Valmorba.

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Valmorba Valmorba
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_LOW_Graveyard_ValmorbasJournal
    UUID 800c7bb7-a3ed-4d23-a14a-800199a2d06a


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[A diary written in a beautiful, archaic script. Drawings of flowers detail every page.]


Today was difficult - but then again, what day hasn't been lately?


It was a child this time. She was young, and beautiful - her face peaceful despite the brutality of her death. Her parents had only coppers, but I waived my fee. I know I shouldn't - my savings are perilously low these days. But considering how she must have suffered, it was the least I could do for her family.


I asked her parents if she had any favourite scents. They told me she loved the sea - a 'water baby', they called her. I prepared the body with weavemoss, styling her hair with chuttler's oil.


They cried when they saw her, hugging me. Thanking me.


I've never felt a deep connection to the gods - that is the Mortarch's purview, not mine. But moments like today give me purpose. As a gravekeeper, I provide comfort in grief. Beauty in death. Peace in sorrow.


I only wish I did not have to do it so often.