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Well, i'm currently sitting in my brand-new house, with my brand-new furniture, and my brand-new journal, given to me by a rather odd hobbit by the name of Dungo. It's a strange feeling, the feeling of actually owning something. I like it. I'm not exactly sure how this journal is going to work, so I suppose i'll just write in it whenever I feel like.
Seraile was sat in his comfortable cushioned leather armchair, in front of the roaring fire in the fireplace so big it could hold ten men. His estate, the location of which he gave no one but his closest friends and most trusted men was warm the cold night, he was the only one in, till the captain in charge of the current watch on duty around the fence warned him of an arrival.