[Look who's got a message for the rest of you! Only it's not really a message and it's not really meant for anyone. Connected journal system? What's that! Speaking or Writing? Malkus isn't exactly a dictionary at the moment!]
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You can see a long beaked bird mask staring down at the paper as he scribbles a tiny smiley face in response.]
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He doodles up another stick man, this time with I like your beak and drawngs" written next to it. Gosh, his handwriting is atrocious.]
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B-But I died. I-I'm certain o-of it. The plants- I-I was sick and the plants- m-my leg...
[He reaches down to feel his shin, trying to feel whatever disgusting vines and shoots were present. It's as if none of that ever even happened to him.]
A-And now I'm here, awake, in my room- when I shouldn't be a-alive...
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I-I know it's-- it's s-scary, but, you're... y-you're alright.
[Or so Xanth hopes. Holloway's Keep could work entirely differently for all he knows - but if it continues to be like the Elegante, then Malkus should be just fine.
Physically, at least.]
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[His breathing calms back down to a wobbling half-sob. Still a bit shaken up by his death.]
What kind of place prevents such an inevitability...
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