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| description = '''Confessions, Vol. 1, Father Lorgan''' is a book written by [[Father Lorgan]] on his faith in [[Ilmater]]. | | description = '''Confessions, Vol. 1, Father Lorgan''' is a book written by [[Father Lorgan]] on his faith in [[Ilmater]]. | ||
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Latest revision as of 19:54, 21 October 2024
Confessions, Vol. 1, Father Lorgan is a book written by Father Lorgan on his faith in Ilmater.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Author: 
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
Where to find
- In a locked chest in Open Hand Temple X: -94 Y: -3
Text
[The most recent entry in this journal bears particularly heavy quill-marks and crossed-through revisions.]
I pen this from the temple cellar - the only place I feel close to the Ilmater's will anymore. I pass my gaze between the crests that hide my sin apparent, and I wonder: Who are they to pass any judgement? They bark that those who arrive on our doorstep - bloodied, beaten, fleeing from heretical hordes - are dirty, unwelcome, to be shunned. That it is a crime to house them, to bring them into the city proper - but if my back must be broken so others may step to the light, so be it.