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Got into the Crosslands, through the Scraith wood and up onto Parkwood Springs for a change. Spotted a ripperwing out on the wastelands close to the great Penistone road, which was a surprise. Despite the general grimness of Hellsborough, the murk was almost non-existent out in the Crosslands -- or Nether lands -- if you prefer, and I managed to absorb some vitamin D from that strange (to Hellsboroughites) spherical heavenly object known to the rest of us as The Sun.

This obviously got me thinking about why the folk of Hellsborough don't get ill of D-Vit deficiency. You would think that -- as that particular vitamin is only acquired by the human body via absorption from sunlight, that people in Hellsborough would be as sick as a rooter most of the time -- but that simply isn't true -- the Hellsborough folk, are, in general, I find, in very rude health. The answer, of course, now that you and I know a little about the dynamics of Hellsborough, is pretty obvious -- psycmasks. The psycmask due to it nano material nature is worn both ubiquitously and discretely, and provides all of the necessary nutrition -- including vitamin D -- to keep the population working at their upmost efficiency. Clever species, The Nascenti.

Met Van in a pub down by the banks of the Dun. I hadn't ever noticed before, he has a tattoo on his inner right forearm of that most mythical and mystical of creatures -- a stinger.