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:: Walking up to the Chronicles of the Winds, you wonder if :: :: there will be anything interesting to read today. As you :: :: peruse the various documents about totems, premonitions, :: :: divine revelations and such, you happen to notice a :: :: young woman penning something in a journal. You know you :: :: should look away, your inner voyeur takes hold, and you :: :: discretely peer over her shoulder to see what she's :: :: writing... H149, M12, Sun 26 That muse tOxick tried to pour some truly awful soup down my throat as I was dozing in the clan hall today. Luckily for him, I happen to like him and took it as a freindly jest. Really, nobody to blame but myself, I need to remember to sleep with one eye open. I did (obviously, as I'm writing this), survive the soup, which is more than I can say for his shoes. You might say I "regifted" the soup. Then as I was trying to overcome the nausea, I felt a sudden sense of forboding. I felt as if there was a knife pressed to my throat, but there was nobody there. I may speak with a Diviner or Shaman to see if there are spirits at play. Or, since I was in the Forsaken hall, maybe Cirran will know if there are any strange hauntings. Although I would think he w ould have told me if there were. Just in case it wasn't an ethereal presence, I am taking additional precautions with my safety within the hall. It's good for me to remember that there is never true safety, a anywhere. I let myself get lax, but that won't happen again. Note to self: Remember to ask Cirran about hauntings, and check with Diviners, and send a 'thank you' note to Utako for the soup. Maybe send tOxick a few coins to pay his cleaning bill. Ash | |