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 | Patch Introduced = [[Release]]
 |   Related Quests = [[Water of Mount Lethe]]
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{{Item
 |               Name = Torn Journal
 |         Icon Image = Torn Journal (First Half) Icon.png
 |              Value = 40
 |             Burden = 80
 | Special Properties = 
 |         Additional = 6 of 6 pages full.
 |        Description = The first half of a small handwritten journal.
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{{Textbox
 | Author = [[Cambarth]]
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4th of Frostfell, 13th Year of Exile
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Today a most curious thing occurred.  Asjan and I were discussing worker productivity when there was a soft knock at the door.  Upon opening it, a violet-cloaked figure wearing a mask floated - floated! - in the air before us.  Asjan gasped and froze.  I asked this creature if I could help it, reasoning that since it knocked politely, in our fashion, it must have Intellect.  The Thing introduced itself as "Lord Sarvaen," a noble of Arwic, and offered me a business proposition.  I asked what it had in mind.

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"Sarvaen" floated in the room, the ragged trailings of its cloak fluttering, and explained that it had need for the unique crystals I had discovered in the mountain.  Its voice was... Ah, but I lack the words.  Deep it was, and oddly cadenced.  It was beyond question not a man's voice, and sounded as if it came through a tunnel, or from the grave.  Straight-faced, I asked what it offered in turn.  At this, one violet-draped "arm" rose and placed a gem upon the table.  I did not see its hand for the folds of the cloak.

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It was a ruby; large, flawless, and more finely cut than any stone I have ever seen.  I have not the words to do justice to this amazing artifact.
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Exchanging raw crystal of undetermined worth for such incredible craftsmanship seemed like a sound decision, so I offered to draw up a contract.  "Sarvaen's" cloak rippled, as if a swarm of insects were beating against the interior, and it said that true men preferred to do business without records.

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At this, Asjan's nerve snapped, and he ran from the room shrieking hysterically.  The Thing turned to mark his passage, and I believe I saw a flash of violet-blue light from behind the corner of its bizarre mask.
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The deal, fortunately, was quickly agreed upon, and "Sarvaen" left a small pile of jewels behind, as a token of its good faith.  I calculate their worth to be in excess of 100,000 Pyreal.

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I do not trust this Thing by any account. But one cannot argue with the profit - which is, after all, why I am in this hellish place!

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7th Frostfell
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Asjan has disappeared. A badly written note, supposedly from him, was found, saying that he went home to Qalaba'r. I know the Thing did it. It still believes that I believe it is a man, and it must remain so improbably ignorant
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== Notes ==
* Dropped by the [[Virindi Overseer]] in [[Mount Lethe Magma Tubes]].
* For the second half, see {{itemlink|Torn Journal (Second Half)|Torn Journal}}.
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