Your departure.
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Jordan, poete mauditto Sir Conan the Fearless

What? No death sequence on the rooftops of Parrius? No crying out for your

lost love Shenarra?


My career! It's ruined. I'll never make it on broadway with an infactual play!


Jordo


Written by my hand on the 8th of Hindyear, in the year 970.