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Captain's Log. 10th of Slate.
The day we were waiting for has arrived. Zulban the weaver has ceased fooling around in the party hall, and has fallen into some sort of grim mood. Some call it a melancholy. I call it being damned lazy.

She's just moping around now. Hopefully she'll come to her senses and snap out of it.

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