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Brok

Now it's my turn to laugh.

Crag, Jak, and I were scouting out a segment of wetland, a few leagues from camp, yesterday. The two of them were arguing about the best spot to build barracks when a snakish crawler took off Jak's head and ate Crag whole. The crawler didn't see me.

Regenerated, they smell worse than I did after the snarl. I will never let them forget about this.

As you can probably tell, things aren't so bad around here. Wish our queen mother well for me and tell our tribe to continue praying for me. 

Smit

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