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. My reasons
for coming here, and my news, I shall endeavor to
communicate while blood still flows through my cold-
numbed fingers.
I have not sent word, Excellency, for I have been on
the pathways of history for many months. I journeyed into
the mountains to investigate a report that had filtered down
to me from the most convoluted of sources - a young stable
hand, who has a cousin who visits the high country, and
there hears tales of the shepherds, and so forth.
The gist of the tale that reached my ears was the story
of a cheesemaker who kept a herd of milk cows in the
highest valleys of the Khalkists. In search of shelter one
day, this humble dairyman stumbled upon a cave that had
lain hidden since the time of the Cataclysm and had been
only recently revealed by avalanche.
Within the cave he found a skeleton and a bundle of
tightly wrapped scrolls. A shred of the wrapping was
brought to me. Your Grace can no doubt imagine my
excitement when the pattern of dye marked the scrap as
dwarven - PRE-CATACLYSMIC dwarven!
Could this be the lost messenger? The one who carried
the records of the dwarves into safety, even as the
Cataclysm showered death across the lands of Istar? I
hoped, but could not believe for certain
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