Anari begins writing in good spirits waiting for the festival to begin...Present Millitia,
Myself - Watchman Anari
Guardsman Recruit Arkonios
I' was jus' a rountine pa'rol of t' Citeh for t' preparations of t' Festival tha' was bein' delayed fer reasons unknown ter meh. Meh an' Recrui' Arkonios firs' wen' ter North Point. There weh spo'ed a ship anchored a few fee' ou' ter sea... I' seemed t' Be deser'ed...
Anari shivers as he ponders about whether it could be a ghost ship or not...When we were comin' back we walked through t' feilds an' a crazed rabbi' star'ed ter attack meh! I didn' know wha' ter do since i didn' wan' ter 'arm t' li'l' fellah. So I uh... ran away...
When weh go' ter t' docks i' was crawlin' wi' vermin... we killed 'em all an' disposed of their corpses afterwards... Them docks are full of rats... ruddeh traders...
*Signed*
Anari, Watchman, Covian Millitia
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