Arrived in Debreth, and it's cold as a Serp's soul. Still, it's pretty, with the snow everywhere, and plenty warm everywhere that's in-doors. They do some amazing things with hot chocolate here.
Cia looks about ready to pop, and they say any day now. Silver seems like he might be more nervous than she is. Doesn't seem like it was that long ago that Charlie was showing up here 'on a case' and borrowing a coat, and now look at us.
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Journal of Amieta Invelen, second in command aboard the carrier Utopian Ideal
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