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MAIL TIME MAIL TIME DEAD MAAAAAAIL TIIIIIIME
[Lif's room is...well, honestly kind of a disaster. There seems to be torn apart paper all over the floor, and the parts of The Dreaded Knarrevik scattered about the floor. It looks like he tried to do something with it but well. He didn't get very far. The only things that look even relatively organized are the small stack of books on his bed (of various subjects, not limited to any in particular), and perhaps the main event...
Some neatly written letters, folded with care on top of his desk.
Feel free to take a look! It's not like he's here to say otherwise, anyway.]
Some neatly written letters, folded with care on top of his desk.
Feel free to take a look! It's not like he's here to say otherwise, anyway.]
ANNA
I imagine that if you've found this, it's because I'm dead for one reason or another. Hopefully I didn't do something asinine to die, but I suppose I wouldn't put it past myself.
I simply hope that you're able to make it out alive; your magecraft sounds incredible, and I hope that the world is able to bear witness to your talents.
- LĂf