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 Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 5:21 pm
Mino's Log A small, leather-bound diary rests in your paws. The cover is definitely made by a fine tanner and an illegible word is etched into the center. You suddenly realize you've picked up something you should've never touched, and you drop it back into the sand before scurrying off.Do not post.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 5:38 pm
It's dark.
The desert is so cold tonight. The chilled sand pieces feel good against these tired feet. I don't mind the way they slide right in between my toes.
I bartered many things in order to get this collection of bound blank papers to write in. Unfortunately I am not very advanced in the way of making things like a few of my distant friends but I have the wisdom of my years and my race to make up for it.
The desert has been attempting communications with me, but I fear I am yet too unwise to decipher its meaning. All I can manage is to admire the purple skies of Eldrathor at night and the sweet smell of the air.
I will write at a later date.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 11:29 am
It's bright. Early.
I have chosen my journey for the next days. I will leave the desert. The other Ferrs have already taken over so they don't mind. I will be back soon to take care of the other Ferrs.
I seek the Paw Meadow, in order to talk to the island. I know something is trying to tell me where to go, but the desert sands clouds their speech. I cannot bring my small bound note book with me on this travel. I can only bring my staff. It may take a long time but I will come back with knowledge to share.
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