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	==Location==		==Location==
	{{Map\|Red-stained Diary\|width=250px\|height=250px\|zoom=3\|center=-32350.346,235251.53}}		{{DW/Map\|Red-stained Diary\|width=250px\|height=250px\|zoom=3\|center=-32350.346,235251.53}}

	==Journal==		==Journal==
	{{Journal entry\|There are strange visitors to these lands, people I never expected. Unsettling, pale elves who arrive in the night and stay for an evening asking us very unusual questions. I don’t even know why we let them in. It was as if they belonged here… as if they had a right to be here.		{{DW/Journal entry\|There are strange visitors to these lands, people I never expected. Unsettling, pale elves who arrive in the night and stay for an evening asking us very unusual questions. I don’t even know why we let them in. It was as if they belonged here… as if they had a right to be here.

	We spoke of travel and family, of loss and of love. They asked me about the scar on my lip and the way I hold my sword at an angle. I told them about my first crush, even though I’d never shared his name with anyone.		We spoke of travel and family, of loss and of love. They asked me about the scar on my lip and the way I hold my sword at an angle. I told them about my first crush, even though I’d never shared his name with anyone.
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	But, like all those empty rooms, somehow, I forget.}}		But, like all those empty rooms, somehow, I forget.}}

	{{Lore Scraps}}		{{DW/Lore Scraps}}

imported>Keplare at 00:19, 29 March 2026

2026-03-29T00:19:48Z

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The '''Red-stained Diary''' is a [[Dragonwilds:Lore Scraps|lore scrap]], found on a pile of boxes in [[Dragonwilds:Silverthorn Keep]]'s courtyard before heading up the stairs.

==Location==
{{Map|Red-stained Diary|width=250px|height=250px|zoom=3|center=-32350.346,235251.53}}

==Journal==
{{Journal entry|There are strange visitors to these lands, people I never expected. Unsettling, pale elves who arrive in the night and stay for an evening asking us very unusual questions. I don’t even know why we let them in. It was as if they belonged here… as if they had a right to be here.

We spoke of travel and family, of loss and of love. They asked me about the scar on my lip and the way I hold my sword at an angle. I told them about my first crush, even though I’d never shared his name with anyone.

Then there was the talk of loss. Loss, like it was happening right then. A bottle spinning, fingers pointing, a choice we never chose to make. We lost someone that night, didn’t we? I don’t remember who, but there’s a hole there where a person should be. A shadow over my memories.

A locked room, where no one has the key.

I remember laughter, dancing and eyes like perfect rubies sparkling in the dazzling night. I remember his lips on mine, cold and tasting of metal, and then… nothing.

Their names. I don’t remember those elven names. You’d think you’d remember something like that. It’s not like we see many elves, not since that bard passed through a while ago. I feel like I should know them.

But, like all those empty rooms, somehow, I forget.}}

{{Lore Scraps}}

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imported>Keplare at 00:19, 29 March 2026