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Lisbaeth

Back in Town

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

This page is written in clean-cut, simple script, in a plain leather-bound journal with the words "Sefton Heathridge" written in precise letters on the inside cover.

Page 25 - The Wedding

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Diary

It is hard to write, I just dont want to face black and white truth of what has happened. 

The wedding happened, to early, just few weeks after the first word of this..tragedy. I think my father was affraid I would flee. 

 

The Letter

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Official Document

(( This letter is tucked between pages of Lisbeths diary it is written with manly un orderly writing, and accompanied with few pages of documents))

 

 

Lisbeth dear, my wife,

 

Internal Monologues: I - "Nothing quite like the kick of whiskey, eh?"

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Diary

Nothing quite like the kick of whiskey, ah? Nothing quite comes as close anymore, ‘less I have a blade in my hands.

When you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves!

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Diary

"When you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

My mother always said.

 

It was never come to my mind what would it mean till now.

 

Bree-dollies

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Beloved roommates of Bree

At home - Caring for Pastell

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It was a strange series of events, but at the end a nine year old child ended up in their apartment, taking bed of Deorda, taking their time and coin, to pay all the healers she needed.

Dresses and tea, friends and meals

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Deorda, Revio, Romillia and Lisbeth meet on breakfast at Deorda's and Lisbeths quarters.

Just a day in a life

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Wounds of the Dead

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Story

Wandering through the markets of Bree-town, Dagramir perused the wares with keen eyes. Scoffing at the brazen proclamations of "The best swords in all of Eriador!", and stifling back laughs at the weird and wonderful items on display of the stalls of Bree. He took in the fresh air, hands clasping comfortably behind his back as his mind would drift to memories of old.

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