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Dear journal
I think I saw a white raven, it was beautiful.
My health is getting worse. I was unable to get to the counter to ask for tea from mister Butterbur because there was just trouble once again. First it was some two men bickering then later those air headed ruffians came around. At least Adalbart was there to take care of things.
I saw he had entered the tavern earlier, before the ruffians, was trying to get answers if anyone knew that red dressed thief. I saw the golden haired woman there and she ignored the question, pretended not to know.
Lowan was right about her, hiding criminals and breaking the Law of the town she has taken to live in and probably a bed warmer for that thief at least I am told they spend a lot of time together alone. She belongs in the hills with the rest of her filth.
The town continues to take these southron refugees but they repay us by breaking the law and hiding criminals. I can't wait until they all go back to their own homelands, they can break their own laws and cause trouble.
When those ruffians started to gather I snuck out and called for more Watchers to aid Adalbart. At least no one paid attention to me.
I just want my home back like it used to be.
Before all these awful people from the south began flooding in here and plaguing our town and land.
Adalbart reminded me that not all of them are horrible people, that there are some decent ones. But I guess they are few and far apart.
Another bad dream. I heard the crying instrument again, still don't know what it is.
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