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==Location==
==Location==
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==Journal==
==Journal==
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We [[Dragonwilds:Wild Knights]] rarely gather. We spend so much time alone, wandering the wildlands, that we can go weeks, sometimes months, before speaking to another person. This can stunt our conversation, or sometimes the inverse.  
We [[Dragonwilds:Wild Knights]] rarely gather. We spend so much time alone, wandering the wildlands, that we can go weeks, sometimes months, before speaking to another person. This can stunt our conversation, or sometimes the inverse.  


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{{Fractured Plains}}
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Latest revision as of 18:43, 9 April 2026

The Leaf-Scented Page is the second and final Dragonwilds:lore scrap in the abyssal series.

Location

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Journal

The following text is transcribed from the Journal.

We Dragonwilds:Wild Knights rarely gather. We spend so much time alone, wandering the wildlands, that we can go weeks, sometimes months, before speaking to another person. This can stunt our conversation, or sometimes the inverse.

Dragonwilds:Aidan is the talkative kind. He turns solitude into a gaseous buildup that he belches upon each of us as an endless stream of words. Every thought, feeling, and tiny observation is unleashed upon the rest of us the moment we meet.

But today, there is silence, and I find I miss the noise.

Aidan died valiantly defending his brothers. A group of them went out in search of some beast—some foul, fetid creature in the poisonous fog. It’s clear that they found it and that it led to his death. His brothers mourn him silently; they’re alive because he isn’t.

I think he would prefer to be mourned in sound.

Lamented with cacophony, a wake of jeering shouts, one night of endless chitchat in memory of him. A brother lost, a brother remembered. Two left who’ll carry his name, as is tradition.

He died to save them, so they now proudly bear his name.

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