It’s been a month now and I still don’t know where the rest of the rookery is. Danger on all sides between those awful spotted seals and the monstrous black and white whales. Here I am, possibly the worst day of my life, and now there’s this nearly hairless, craggy monolith shooting off what may be the most profane string of sounds I’ve ever heard. Why is it here? It’s obviously not suited for the white plains, I can see its knees shaking as it puffs its cheeks and howls. The dark waters are looking more inviting by the second.
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Tome of Goatllama 