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Dec. 14th, 2023
Situated on the edge of Jill Warrick's domain sits an overgrown island, long since abandoned to the weather and time. Long blades of grass overrun what's left of a trail, and fallen trees block your path to the inner depths of the area. Occasionally, off in the distance what looks to be a small puppy is trying, and failing, to catch butterflies, but the apparition disappears into the undergrowth as quickly as it came. At the end of the free path is an abandoned rookery, its wood cracked and faded, overrun with ivy and moss. A rickety ladder leads up, and into the building, which is sturdier than it's rotted wood would have you believe.
Inside, the rookery is sparse, with only the minimal neccesities for someone's survival: a flimsy bedroll, a weatherproof chest with a few books inside, some children's toys and an odd pile of broken and burnt armor. A training sword rests against the wall nearby, and on the crate acting as a table is a crown of snow daisies that never seems to wilt, no matter how long it lays there. Through the hole in the wall above the bedroll there's a view of a magnificent castle, but any attempts to reach it will force you out of the domain.
