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Of Golden Pursuits and Golden Guars
While lending my sword—and admittedly, my curiosity—to the guild’s efforts in the Golden Pursuit, I found myself in a bit of an unexpected moment. We were scouting the edge of some ruins, chasing the usual whispers of coin and chaos, when he appeared. Just appeared, as he does. Cadwell. Sprung from nowhere, humming tunelessly and…
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Placidia feeding some cute Bantam Guars
Today I found myself in the moss-soaked village of Seyda Neen, that old, creaky port at the southern edge of Vvardenfell. I came with Isobel, my ever-watchful companion, in pursuit of a thief who fled this way carrying something he should not have. A ring, small enough to lose between the floorboards, but dangerous in…
Guartastic
Journal entries of a Guar admirer from all over Tamriel