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Aug 11, 2009 22:15

One would think a bloody war would find us mercenaries swimming in gold, and yet the greatest spoil of war I find myself inheriting is one of these accursed magicked journals. Much as I enjoy pilfering the corpses of Agni Rastra's finest, one might hope to find something of slightly more value in such a fanciful pocket.

In any case, this trinket will make communication amongst the ranks simpler. Listen up, lads! If we're to play war with the other children, we'll need to prove ourselves soldiers for true, not merely brigand deterrents. Those of you with training, see to it that the new fish learn which end of the sword is the sharp one.

And let us all offer a warm, tender welcome to our three newest young members: Toph Bei Fong, Ramza Lugria, and William Powers. I expect great things of you. I might suggest that you do not fail to meet those expectations.

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