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Captain's Log. 24th of Obsidian.
The madness is spreading. Now the weaver, Zulban Cleanboats, has begun acting in much the same way as 'The Fonz' did. She wandered to the party hall, and stood in the exact same place.
Is there something strange about the party hall doing this?! We must know! Forewarned is forearmed!
As the mayor and sheriff of this fortress, its safety is my concern!