Saikhan

~39 AD

Morin Khur Sewers, posted on a closed door on the way to the Drug Den.

Wyndorn

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Dawa,

Togtuun has given me enough trouble to last three lifetimes, so this will be the last time I trade my family's pillows and fabrics.

I’ve sworn it many times, but I am serious about this one. I'm not going back in there again.

I can't help but feel the way I do, my father died in that place. His body was never even brought to us to be given to the sky.

Every time he sees me, Togtuun pesters me. Calls me “little girl” when I am older than he is! I try to measure the disrespect he is willing to place on my name, and yet it grows.

He disrespects my father and calls him an addict. My father was no addict, he was merely in unimaginable pain.

I pray Togtuun finds himself laying on one of those mats one day.

You may tell him I said that.

– Saikhan

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