the last page
No Sell, No Trade, Unique
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The parchment is impossibly old — and impossibly fresh. The ink swirls of its own accord, the glyphs half-formed, as though a hand unseen is still writing. Faint warmth lingers, like breath on your palm.
Automatically placed into the inventory of the player upon the death of Tel’Daedras if you are on the final quest in the chain.