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A moment to pause for breath. I believe my traveling companions must constantly move else fly apart. The further we adventure into these lands, the Castanics delve into every request, contract, and urge with a relish only seen upon children with a toy. They gnaw upon the experience, Alektos even accepted a dare to lick some body part of a downed beast looking far more bug and animal simply because it may generate euphoria. And once we rest, they are nearly unable to wake, consumed with pillows and blankets.
Unfortunately, Alektos has come to call my breasts pillows and often requires them for an uplifting of spirit, resolving insomnia, aiding aches and pains...I begin to wonder if she simply is using my kindness to cop a feel. Ah, I am far too kind. Perhaps I shall charge her, but she expects such a demand, and would only leap upon the opportunity to drop coin into my clothing to remove it. Fiends.
These contracts Arawn has found through the Federation seem simple. Typically the populace has had issue with creatures risen and attacking. With a mass reduction in city guards or a painful toll of loss with the on-going invasions in the far north, these villages depend on us. The avarice in the brothers burns brighter than our campfires. And their idea of such "little fires" is laughable. Thankfully I rarely feel so cold.
But there is a concern I have. Arawn at times looks upon me with a similar alarm. There is a terrible truth the First Expedition learned of. The fateful end of a champion among my own. Allemantheia mourned the loss of Elleon and his kin. Mother's letter demanded any information I could find while abroad to send to her. Tomes of his warfare were called for by the grand library. But she hinted at something more, for the Mysterium. Why would they be interested in a warrior's life exploits?
I do hope to pull Arawn aside to discuss this. Though I am unsure if he would understand what turns my mind. He may only see profit, and those glances of his merely calculations. But I do feel he sees the deeper seed of it all.
Something is not right in our world.
A moment to pause for breath. I believe my traveling companions must constantly move else fly apart. The further we adventure into these lands, the Castanics delve into every request, contract, and urge with a relish only seen upon children with a toy. They gnaw upon the experience, Alektos even accepted a dare to lick some body part of a downed beast looking far more bug and animal simply because it may generate euphoria. And once we rest, they are nearly unable to wake, consumed with pillows and blankets.
Unfortunately, Alektos has come to call my breasts pillows and often requires them for an uplifting of spirit, resolving insomnia, aiding aches and pains...I begin to wonder if she simply is using my kindness to cop a feel. Ah, I am far too kind. Perhaps I shall charge her, but she expects such a demand, and would only leap upon the opportunity to drop coin into my clothing to remove it. Fiends.
These contracts Arawn has found through the Federation seem simple. Typically the populace has had issue with creatures risen and attacking. With a mass reduction in city guards or a painful toll of loss with the on-going invasions in the far north, these villages depend on us. The avarice in the brothers burns brighter than our campfires. And their idea of such "little fires" is laughable. Thankfully I rarely feel so cold.
But there is a concern I have. Arawn at times looks upon me with a similar alarm. There is a terrible truth the First Expedition learned of. The fateful end of a champion among my own. Allemantheia mourned the loss of Elleon and his kin. Mother's letter demanded any information I could find while abroad to send to her. Tomes of his warfare were called for by the grand library. But she hinted at something more, for the Mysterium. Why would they be interested in a warrior's life exploits?
I do hope to pull Arawn aside to discuss this. Though I am unsure if he would understand what turns my mind. He may only see profit, and those glances of his merely calculations. But I do feel he sees the deeper seed of it all.
Something is not right in our world.