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From the diary of Daryth Benefrax: Fireday, 14 Arodus 4715 Godsdamned dottari stopped me again this afternoon as I was on my way to work and made me late for my shift. I suppose I was in a hurry and 'had a suspicious look to me,' whatever the Hells that means. I was dressed as I pretty much always dress - my black trousers, my nice shirt, and my jerkin. This one dottari kept me there questioning me over and over... "Now then boy," he kept saying that as if to punctuate my youth like my age was the problem. "You ain't got tha look offa true Chelaxian. Prolly one a them Andorens spy, he is." I responded "What gave it away, sir? Was it the jet-black hair? Oh wait, no; because that's the same color as Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II of the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune's hair. Is it that Alabaster skin tone that I have? No, sir, that can't be it because that is again the same coloring as Herself - Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II of the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune's skin. Is it my Ulfen blue eyes? I realized then and there that I may have push this a little too far. Well, that and the fact that he knocked me to the ground and pushed my face down into the dirt. So yeah, I could see he was about to charge me with 'Breaking the Peace' so I played nice and explained to him that I was having a bad day and it was totally unfair of me to take it out on him - a true loyal and honorable dotarri of Infernal Cheliax. He seemed to calm down a bit. I say a bit because in the end I paid him off. It was probably a shakedown the entire time. Praises be unto the Asmodean Disciplines for teaching me the correct way to pass a bribe to the dottari. Well I made it to work, albeit a tad late. I have to say I love working at the Long Roads Coffeehouse. There are so many great people that come here to sit and talk for hours. So many great minds with a ton of ideas. I have to continually tell Jaryth that it isn't because it's close to Lady Docur's School for Girls. He thinks I took this job just to be close to the finishing school. No, I took this job to learn. I swear, one day I saw someone reading On Government - well, they were trying to hide the fact they were reading Jubannich's book, but I know what I saw. To have access to Jubannich or Hosetter, oh if only!!! Anyway, Jaryth's gonna make fun of me for my path - tease me about girls and the like no matter what. I wish I was as easy around girls as he is - he just is easy. (In more ways that one, but that's a story for another time.) I get tongue-twisted around the fairer sex and, argh - just... learning is so much easier. Crap - I've just admitted a whole bunch that I don't want read by the anyone - here, let me just damn myself. My name is Daryth Benefrax and I am a member of the church of Milani. I server you coffee, wander the streets listening to you talk, I bow and scrape and I secretly pray for the day that a cleansing wind blows in from Nisroch Bay and brings with it the scent of roses and a fresh start to Kintargo. I'll lie to your face and supplicate to the Thrune's and the Asmodeans and play the good boy, but in the end I want all those loyal to the oppressors known as the Betrayers of Cheliax - aka House Thrune - gone. While I am at it...I'll just confess everthing. I can talk to women only in a professional manner, but if it ever changes to an intimate conversation I get nervous. I couldn't survive in this world without my brother Jaryth, even though he's a gigantic pain in the arse. I love talking to people and learning about them, which is why I took the coffeeshop job in the first place. I fear sharing anything about myself because Mom and Dad warned us about our faith getting in the way. F$*! it - I'm out. *Note to self - burn this whole book tonight and start a new one ASAP. No evidence. The catharsis was fun but back to the real world, boy!* |