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'''Letters from a Renegade''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced in ''[[Black Armory (expansion)|Black Armory]]''. It consists of letters from [[Shin Malphur]] to [[The Guardian|the Guardian]], in an attempt to guide them away from the dark path [[Dredgen Yor]] followed. Pages of the book are unlocked by completing steps in [[The Last Word|the Last Word]] Exotic quest.
'''Letters from a Renegade''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced in ''[[Season of the Forge]]''. It consists of letters from [[Shin Malphur]] to [[The Guardian|the Guardian]], in an attempt to guide them away from the dark path [[Dredgen Yor]] followed. Pages of the book are unlocked by completing steps in [[The Last Word|the Last Word]] Exotic quest.
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==III: A Fire Inside==
==III: A Fire Inside==
How did it feel? Hunting the Crow—tracking him through the tangled wilds of the Reef? Hunting the Barons—one-by-one, stalking the cutthroats who killed your friend? Was it righteous? Or pure, anger—vengeance driven by a lust for "justice"?
How did it feel? Hunting the [[Uldren Sov|Crow]]—tracking him through the [[Tangled Shore|tangled wilds]] of the [[Reef]]? Hunting the [[Baron]]s—one-by-one, stalking the cutthroats who killed your friend? Was it righteous? Or pure, anger—vengeance driven by a lust for "justice"?


I know the feeling. I know the sensation—loss, followed by a hole so big you can't fill it with anything but retribution. I've felt that hole twice. First when everything I'd known was turned to ash. I was just a child then. No way of knowing when, or if, the pain would end. A man—[[Jaren Ward|Jaren]], my third father—helped redirect that pain. Give me purpose. Taught me to hunt. Taught me to survive. Taught me about vengeance.
I know the feeling. I know the sensation—loss, followed by a hole so big you can't fill it with anything but retribution. I've felt that hole twice. First when everything I'd known was turned to ash. I was just a child then. No way of knowing when, or if, the pain would end. A man—[[Jaren Ward|Jaren]], my third father—helped redirect that pain. Give me purpose. Taught me to hunt. Taught me to survive. Taught me about vengeance.
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