Notes taken by Mehdze the Maestro’s scribe, recording his journey through the Summerset Isles.
Rotten luck. We’re deep in Goblin-held territory, and still several leagues from where the ruin is said to hide.
Mehdze insists on pressing forward, regardless of the danger.
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I feel like we’re being watched now. I don’t believe I’d have trouble evading Goblin scouts if it came to it, but I don’t have the same confidence in Mehdze. If anything, it’ll be his mistake that does me in. I suppose that loud mouth of his would make a fair distraction for a getaway, at least.
