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Derryth's Journal is a common Book. It details Derryth Bonecloak's thoughts on her husband, Baelen.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
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Where to find
- On a Cabinet on the second floor of Bonecloak's Apothecary in the Lower City in Act Three. X: -20 Y: -33
Text
The following text appears if Baelen was not given the Noblestalk
Dumathoin take the man! I thought when we got back to the city and were in familiar surroundings again that he'd mellow a bit and regain some focus.
But no. He's as fuddled as ever, the old tarantula, and even more short-tempered about it than in the Underdark. He needs my help, and he hates that—always has. I won't take it any more. If he hits me again, he's going to find some wyvern toxin in his porridge the next morning!
Worg shit, did I actually write those words? I'd better hide this.
The following text appears if Baelen was given the Noblestalk
I know I'm no saint, never have been, and though I've always had a sharp tongue, if you asked me I'd have told I don't have a mean bone in my body. Not really mean, anyway.
But look at the sorry sack of shit I have become. I guess being married to Baelen for so long left more of a mark than I thought. Even Baelen when his fury came on him never left me more than bruised, but now I feel broken.
And why, for the love of Dumathoin? Baelen is healed! He got his mind back in the Underdark, and he's his old self.
And I guess that's the problem. When he was addled, I could blame our problems on his befuddlement and how angry it made him—and me.
Now he's back to his old self. And his old self isn't someone I want to be around.
The following text appears if Baelen died in Act One
Baelen is dead, the old hook horror. He's dead and I miss him, fool that I am. He was a cranky old son of a worg who only got crankier once he started losing his wits, he hated that he needed my help, and I hated having to help him because he was resentful rather than grateful.
I didn't think I'd miss him when he was gone, I told him so myself, but now there's a great big empty hole in my life that cats aren't going to fill. Damn fool, getting himself killed that way.
And now what am I going to do? I'm tempted to sample some of my own merchandise to improve my mood, as it were, but that's how Baelen got started on his slide into fuddlement, so I guess I won't.
I wonder if Glumbor is still alive? When I was a young hottie, him being twenty years older than me seemed important, but what's twenty years to a dwarf?
Though with my luck,, he's probably as dead as Baelen.