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A weathered folio bound in animal skin and wrapped with a leather cord.
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Draug and the Aftermath
The desecration of our keep by the monster Draug has put his lordship on edge and thirsty for blood. He has ordered the western wing of the keep, the beautiful chambers of the tragically departed Lady Ahnrun converted into an armory the likes of which the world has never seen. On size alone, it will be something to behold and a fit memorial to our brave, fierce, and beloved Lady of Gravehal.
He has asked me to serve him as his Master-at-Arms, training the men of the keep to fight the monster and any others lurking in the dark places of this uncalmingly strange land. Over my protests-I am still, age aside, vigorous enough to slay the beast single handed-he ordered it so, and I have come to agree.
We've had curious little need for martial training since arriving here (as if something were keeping the wild beasts at bay), and few but me have had the years of battle hardening needed to teach men to fight. Moreover, though I think such things a pile of Jottun offal, a strange ability has blossomed in me since arriving here. Long have I been able to oversee the fighting of men and see through the speed and clamor of the battle to find flaws in technique and minute adjustments to make the men in question better fighters. Now, though, my sight has been changed. I see before me, as if written in bright letters in the air, precisely how effective a student's attack has been. It matters not whether he attacks with magic or steel.
I suppose that I am the only man who can ready us to avenge Lady Ahnrun and protect the keep from whatever comes after Draug.