I, Raven, of clear mind and soul, hereby put down my full confession should I perish on the road, in my bed, or more likely, in some dank sewer somewhere. I have done nothing wrong. Here are my words.
On my own again, I knew I needed to get a crew together. Good old Lazlo turned up with a kid in tow, a boy-bonekeeper named Lethe. Good, weird kid.
I told Lazlo I was looking to unload the prize, but wanted to be considerate for Iz’s sake. Found a few interested parties, but was only interested in one, a grand old lady with an old house and older family. She, too, thinks she’s not worthy of it. Strange folks out here. Maybe they just don’t want to admit being afraid of the fire something like this can bring. That, I understand.
We need to pass this off sooner rather than later, so I agree to trade for title and deed to a castle and keep called Wyvern Point. Hopefully the griffin along the way is the only flying beast we encounter. Iz will like these folk, maybe she’ll put down roots, but at least we’ll be done with it.
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