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[ Dzivah ] Chasing the steel.

Work is scarce in Booty Bay, and I fear I'll take to petty thievery again to live the life I've become accustomed to.

Pride dictates I shouldn't turn to my old brethren, but a strange compulsion is driving me to seek out Brother Ohiska. It's as though the fates are conspiring to end me of my predilection for bad behaviour.

The entry seems to devolve into a stream of unintelligible curse words, then a break:

I sometimes wish he had killed me.