Scawled Note

==Text==
:I am beaten. Left to rot among the ruins of the past. There are others here. Slaves, bandits and cannibals. Exiles from lands I've never heard of.
:Some of them try to scrape a life from the wasteland, scrabbling in the rocks and sand for their own place. I cannot go on. The life that I left behind haunts me.
:The sun over the glittering spires of Belverus is forever denied me. The smell of my daughter's hair.
:I will pass the ghost fence and this cursed land will finally end me.
:To whoever reds this note, I leave the last of my water and this message.
:Stranger you have my pity. You do not know how cursed you truly are.
==Location==
Beggining area near 
Category:Lore