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Early in the day, while the others were still sleeping, we were attacked by a large polar bear. Once again, that blasted longsword appeared in my hand. As Cassy flew out to attack, I came to a decision. I wouldn’t let some blasted witch’s idea of a cruel joke ruin my path as a swordsman. It took a great deal of effort, but with great pain I think I’ve finally ridden myself of this cursed sword. Luckily, Wolfram came out of his tent and healed me before I bled to death. Unfortunately, in my concentration, I didn’t see To’Gar coming up behind me. I talked to him after the battle, and as I feared, he saw me. Fortunately though, he didn’t seem to care and had no desire to tell anyone. He also mentioned some rather disturbing stuff about us “lesser races” and the Creators eating us. I may have to keep an eye on him.

While Wolfram was healing what was left of my wrist, it seems Bryte was being mauled by the bear. Vanessa came over to talk after we had taken care of Bryte, and I had to tell her the bear took my hand off. I do hate to lie.

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