Editing Confide the Melancholy Curate's confession to the zee
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|Description = You couldn't give this to the Church. Perhaps you should not trust news editors. But zailors see themselves as the true defenders of tradition. A crew of old salts is gathering confessions to bury at zee. | |Description = You couldn't give this to the Church. Perhaps you should not trust news editors. But zailors see themselves as the true defenders of tradition. A crew of old salts is gathering confessions to bury at zee. | ||
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|The Melancholy Curate's Confession|1 x}} | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|The Melancholy Curate's Confession|1 x}} | ||
| − | |Locked with = {{ | + | |Locked with = {{IL|Favours: The Docks|7 x}} |
|Success title = The way it should be | |Success title = The way it should be | ||
|Success description = A Steely Captain holds out a metal claw. The hand was lost to a zee-beast years ago. Gingerly, you pierce the confession onto the spike. She bows, and silently rejoins her crew. They close around her […] and march together toward the docks. | |Success description = A Steely Captain holds out a metal claw. The hand was lost to a zee-beast years ago. Gingerly, you pierce the confession onto the spike. She bows, and silently rejoins her crew. They close around her […] and march together toward the docks. | ||
