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~39 AD

Fabernum inn, 3rd floor, posted outside on its western fence.

Mortalitas

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You who have found my warning, I beg you do not stay a single night at this inn if you can help it.

When I woke this morning and went for my boots, I was shocked by an ugly rat jumping from them and running over my feet! I barefoot chased the thing downstairs and almost crashed straight into the innkeeper, but before I could blurt out the problem at hand I watched as the rat scurried up their leg and into their pocket, only for it to poke its head out, smugly sneering at me with its awful face!

I at once demanded an explanation, and it turns out the disgusting vermin is their pet! Can you believe it? They just let it run around the inn, who knows where its filthy grubby little appendages have been, other than inside my boots of course. No doubt all the plates and tables are contaminated.

If I wanted to be accosted by an animal, I would seek out that deranged Sheevra who has been going around asking people if he can inhale their bodily odours most inappropriately. I understanding it is common for Alvarin to become intimately fixated on or obsessed with obscure things, but surely this is not something the people should tolerate?

I simply cannot stay at such an establishment, and if you have any sense about you, you won't either.

Fabernum is a strange town.

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