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    Sometimes the easiest questions have the most complex answers. Who am I? I don’t know. When I was an owl, I had no real sense of self. I existed to eat, to mate, to survive, but I had no idea why. When I became a were-owl, I was also driven by the need to survive. Because most of my drive was a fight to stay alive, I never needed to worry about who I was. It wasn’t until I arrived on Thysandrika that I’ve had time to consider the matter more carefully, but even here, circumstance has pushed me to react. I should dearly love some time to consider matters like this more deeply.


    The Book of Lost Wisdom, Kalutu


    Eighteenth of Learning 1142