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9th of Midyear, 2E 582

Julianos, Zenithar, Mara.... It's been a month since they took us captive. These...these, worms! With their filthy dungeons and their horrid food. Poor Jollo sits here in the darkness, day after day wallowing in nothing but rats and grime. My Fair J'Pummra tried to escape several times, but has earned nothing for his all his efforts, bless him. Alas, could this be the end for us, dear friend? More and more prisoners are disappearing every day, and I fear that our own hour will be upon us soon. One more night into the darkness, may we be judged fairly.

- Jollo

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