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What an odd turn of events this is. I was sharing afternoon tea with my sister, when some strange robed woman appeared before us, and handed us these...things. And then we are so rudely ambushed by a complete and utter stranger, claiming to be the owner of our house! And so here we are, out on the street, and we didn't even get to finish our tea! How very rude.
But, I suppose there's a reason behind it. Connected to the journals of others, are we? Well, then, could perhaps someone explain the situation to me and my sister? This...should activate the book, should it not?
Ah, yes, where are my manners. How incredibly Grassy (wiped out) rude of me. I am Sir Clyde Draevin, of the Zexen Knights.
But, I suppose there's a reason behind it. Connected to the journals of others, are we? Well, then, could perhaps someone explain the situation to me and my sister? This...should activate the book, should it not?
Ah, yes, where are my manners. How incredibly Grassy (wiped out) rude of me. I am Sir Clyde Draevin, of the Zexen Knights.