September 14, 1967
It was a few months ago some men came to me for a private contract. Their request was unique, requiring so much of my efforts. I informed them that such a matter was unusual, I am not a treasure hunter, but they insisted my skills were what was required.
They carried with them a a strange text, a map which I find leads through the forests of South America. I had called in for Jeseb, a long time friend for aid and I admit it puts me better at ease to then travelling with a company that is well unknown to me.
I sincerely worry for my prior actions which took me to this place and now as I stood before the lost city of El Dorado I wonder how they came upon such texts, such strange scriptures. The inscriptions are detailed and in no language I've ever seen before. It is no surprise why they requested me specifically, finding this place could not have been done by normal means. I wonder, have I chosen wrong?
-Anthem Monroe
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