Tuning Fork Log 2

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Title: Log

Author: Vincent


This is the last place I can think of looking for the Tinkers Tuning Fork. We hide here now while I sent the last of my men to the west to lead the wyrm away as I tend to my wounds. The tinker is tied up next to me terrified, and I seriously am thinking of leaving him here as bait to make my escape.

I will return to my Headquarters tomorow, embracing the Swamps as opposed to the places I have experienced the past few days. Since I don't plan on taking the Tinker, I humilliated him further, explaining that the password was incredibily easy when you simply put the words in order of the time I established all of the Brigand's Outpost.

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