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	I think this whole continent is out to get us. I just wanted to preach the blessed teachings of Saradomin in the warm comfort of a nice church made of stone not wood		I think this whole continent is out to get us. I just wanted to preach the blessed teachings of Saradomin in the warm comfort of a nice church made of stone not wood

	I miss the city, with it’s{{~~sic~~}} bustle, noise and smell. The crisp country air is too sterile for me.		I miss the city, with it’s{{DW/Sic}} bustle, noise and smell. The crisp country air is too sterile for me.

	Still, I'm here to save the souls of the lost. In this age of constant conflict, it's nice to find a small village that just needs a sermon or two.		Still, I'm here to save the souls of the lost. In this age of constant conflict, it's nice to find a small village that just needs a sermon or two.
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'''Dust-Covered Diary''' is the first [[Dragonwilds:lore scrap]] in the Dragon Attack series.

==Location==
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==Journal==
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17 Novtumber 4207

I miss the monastery, with its moss-covered walls and the chill breeze that spreads to your bones. They don't have that here. The Ashenfall breeze is strong and cold, but it seeps into your bones and causes shakes, not shivers. It's the sort of cold that acts as a warning.

I think this whole continent is out to get us. I just wanted to preach the blessed teachings of Saradomin in the warm comfort of a nice church made of stone not wood

I miss the city, with it’s{{sic}} bustle, noise and smell. The crisp country air is too sterile for me.

Still, I'm here to save the souls of the lost. In this age of constant conflict, it's nice to find a small village that just needs a sermon or two.

We shall bring into the light of Saradomin's truth. They seem eager, abandoned as they are by their pagan patron, but they're still mired in their old ways, and it'll take time to drag them out

In time, maybe we can turn this mud-filled little town into a new heart of the Saradominist faith- something with the right kind of smell.
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