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Those stinking Venetians! I knew at the outset that they couldn't be trusted, but I was a fool! They offered silver, gold, jewels...power...access to certain tomes...protection, and other things. I knew I was being bought, and I rolled on my back like a common whore. They've taken--no, stolen, my war journal. I doubt that their tiny rodent brains will be able to use any of my drawings, but I've no doubt they will be able to dig up an engineer or two and start construction... ...my God. If they do start building these things...I'm certain they, of all people, will be the least hesitant to put them to use...I have never regretted inventing anything; all knowledge is precious, but this is truly dangerous. That journal must be recovered. ...Perhaps Lorenzo can be of assistance, though it will seem beggarly to come pleading; ah, I must swallow my pride. I must destroy this note. I want no one to ever know that I ever had dealings with these men.
success
Those stinking Venetians! I knew at the outset that they couldn't be trusted, but I was a fool! They offered silver, gold, jewels...power...access to certain tomes...protection, and other things. I knew I was being bought, and I rolled on my back like a common whore. They've taken--no, stolen, my war journal. I doubt that their tiny rodent brains will be able to use any of my drawings, but I've no doubt they will be able to dig up an engineer or two and start construction... ...my God. If they do start building these things...I'm certain they, of all people, will be the least hesitant to put them to use...I have never regretted inventing anything; all knowledge is precious, but this is truly dangerous. That journal must be recovered. ...Perhaps Lorenzo can be of assistance, though it will seem beggarly to come pleading; ah, I must swallow my pride. I must destroy this note. I want no one to ever know that I ever had dealings with these men.