12, Second Seed More worms in the bread. Damned swamp. Nothing stays dry down here. Can barely sit down without soiling the seat of my trousers in some puddle of muck. To Oblivion with this place. I'll take my mates to the Alik'r. Better to die of thirst than swamp lung. 14, Second Seed I take it all back! There's treasure here. Not some creaky lock-box or tamished necklace neither! A real treasure! She calls herself Dyzera. By Orkey, the curves on this one! Like something out of a twisted dream. 28, Second Seed 2, Midyear
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