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Based on the fact I woke up in a tree and my pockets are filled with what I can only assume are stolen trinkets from various folks around Vallo, I likewise have to assume that I was not myself as of recent. Well, still myself, just—young. My father was/is a dick and I took it out on the pockets of elves that were/are dicks.

Not that any of you are dick elves, of course. Old habits just die hard and I probably thought I was being funny and clever. Which, I mean. It is kind of funny.

Anyway, as is tradition. If you're missing anything small and pickpocket-able, let me know. I probably have it.

On a related note: Gilmore, will you still marry me on Saturday if I return, let's see... three rings, a bangle, and one earring to you?

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