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Warguard Rakera: I write dis as I sit in a cage with a dozen other exiles, traveling to de sands where we will live out our days, however numbered dey may be. De air, heavy with heat, tells me we are close. |
Warguard Rakera: De sun has set across de dunes, providing some relief from de heat dat has made many delirious. In a sun-stricken stupor, one among us began rambling about a temple to de south dat welcomes exiles. I doubt he will make it through de night. |
Warguard Rakera: Assassins, sent by Jakra'zet, attacked our camp in de middle of de night. Unarmed and befuddled by sleep, we were unable to defend ourselves. I fought off de traitors, but it was too late. De survivors had scattered, each now forced to navigate dis unforgiving terrain alone. |
Warguard Rakera: I won't survive much longer without food or water. After traveling in circles for most of de day, I decided my only option was to follow de advice of a rambling madman and head south toward de promise of shelter. |