The Chronicle
Everything that matters is recorded here. The game writes the entries and we do not remove them.
Mintwallin breathes again: the roads are quiet, the markets busy.
Word from Mintwallin: danger. Guards advise against travelling alone.
Peace has returned to Mintwallin.
The creatures of Mintwallin grew bold; the roads there are no longer safe.
Peace has returned to Mintwallin.
Word from Mintwallin: danger. Guards advise against travelling alone.
Mintwallin breathes again: the roads are quiet, the markets busy.
The creatures of Mintwallin grew bold; the roads there are no longer safe.
Peace has returned to Mintwallin.
Mintwallin has become dangerous. Travellers go there in groups or not at all.
Mintwallin breathes again: the roads are quiet, the markets busy.
Mintwallin has become dangerous. Travellers go there in groups or not at all.
Peace has returned to Mintwallin.
Word from Mintwallin: danger. Guards advise against travelling alone.
Mintwallin breathes again: the roads are quiet, the markets busy.
The creatures of Mintwallin grew bold; the roads there are no longer safe.
Mintwallin breathes again: the roads are quiet, the markets busy.
The creatures of Mintwallin grew bold; the roads there are no longer safe.
Peace has returned to Mintwallin.
Mintwallin has become dangerous. Travellers go there in groups or not at all.
Word from Mintwallin: danger. Guards advise against travelling alone.
Word from Mintwallin: danger. Guards advise against travelling alone.