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From the Diary of Tanis, Exile Prince

The days in Thay have been painful and fast - slavers hound my steps until my inevitable, violent death. I have remarked before that I am doomed, and nothing there has changed.

I saw and followed a promising pair - an elf, like myself, and a half-breed who thought himself, for some reason, my brother. I shudder to think one such as he - who did not know even the most basic of elven physiology, and celebrated something so base and distasteful as human-like body hair... To think he would carry the blood of my people.

For her part, however, I have a certain fondness for the High Elf called Rimeth. She was a bright spot in a shadowed existence.

Any reluctance on my part aside, I suppose, I owe them both much. I would be dead a half-dozen times without them, and for one such as me, a half-breed brother is the best I could hope for.

Exiles are so rarely entitled to fine company.

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From the Diary of the Man Called Coin; Day 18 of Alturiak the second month, The Year of the Maidens 1361

I am through with that wretched swaddle of rags and filth they call the beggar - and none too soon, for I fear his mere presence a source for disease. He has bade me make for Bezantur and I am even now on my way.

The south brings to mind my home, on the isle of Evermeet - a home which long since abandoned me. What works may be done in Thay matter very little when I am hounded and harried and doomed at each turn. What my cousin the Queen may need here is beyond my reach and, I fear, my ability.

Still, I have been chosen by the council and sent by Lady Amlaruil, and poor spy or no, I am here for a reason. And that alone is cause enough to stay. Still, I can't imagine what faith they have in me, and so I will die here a useless, bloody death.

I will have to go deeper, in the meanwhile - join some organisation or order within Thay to grow to my reach. I just hope nobody guesses at my true purpose, and that I do not disappoint my Lady overmuch, in her grief.

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From the Diary of Coin, One Who Harps

I am a Harper now, and it's not exactly what I had in mind, I admit. I had thought to join an organisation more entwined with Thayan culture, and yet found I could not. Or would not, perhaps - either way it did not happen. Instead I am twice a subversive in the lands of Thay, a spy on behalf of two independent - but not opposed - houses.

So choices are stupid on the face of them, and this, I think, counts - elves in Thay are often little better than slaves, and here I am, elven sneak thief, and would-be free-er of slaves. I wonder if this is what the Council of Evermeet had in mind when first they sent me to Thay? To work toward the abolishment of slavery from the lands of the Red Wizards.

Or if, perhaps, they sent me to rid of my wretched presence and free the morale my company inevitably corrupts. So few appreciate the words of the doomed. And we are, all of us, doomed.