A plot!

I'm going to be quite rich, I tell you. Quite rich, and it might even make Father a little more pleased with me....Maybe he'll call off the door guards next time I get home. I do so hate being treated like a prisoner in my own home.

But yes, my plot.
I am going to join the constabulary and then I'm going to scrub out the dirt in this city and within our own system one by one. Indeed I shall and it shall be a grand adventure, I tell you.
(Or maybe I won't...I am known to be quite lazy.)

This way I will get pay and to do things I need to do...like find a place to kick my boots off. Yes, that would be terribly wonderful.

But shh!
I may even buy my lovely friend Frederick off of dear Rose. He does seem quite unhappy...I wonder what she even has him do? Does he just stew in their little house all day? I mean, dear gods, that would drive me insane. Indeed, even stewing in taverns day in and out has driven me a little off the dirty path of sanity. Next time I see Frederick I shall have to ask him what he does each day...and then what he would like to be doing.

I've had slaves before and dear, sweet Elbahn, if I haven't treated them like equals then I don't know how to do so. It's only fair. I mean, they're breathing and living and thinking just as we are and many of them were once free. I can't imagine what it would be like to suddenly be property...Ah, bless my parents for being human.

Poor dear Frederick though...
I must find out what he'd like to be doing. If I can't provide it, perhaps I can't sweet talk darling Rose into providing it.

A....date?

After a long evening with Frederick and Rosina, I went to stew in my favourite spot to think, The Lyon. Well, lo and behold who would be sitting there drawing this morning! Yes, it was that adorable boy who I shared breakfast with a few days back. It seems he was exceedingly grateful and actually offered to buy me a sandwich.

He's so cute.

As I sat there drinking and listening to the boy ramble, I realized that you can read his every emotion across his face if you pay attention...so I started paying attention and I'll be a badger if he doesn't have a bit of a crush on me.

We're going gathering here soon...maybe I'll learn a thing or two. Silly boy was all embarrassed when he called it a date! Ah, and then he nearly dropped his sandwich when I agreed.

Did I mention he's cute?

Now that I'm impoverished and destitute again, I think I need to start making money. A little gathering never hurt anyone, and neither did spending time with a yummy morsel...
Well actually, that has.
But gathering hasn't!

And it was turning into such a lovely meal...

Well, Frederick is a doll, wakening me from a darling dream about Sweet, Sweet Salria and that day in midsummer...By Elbahn, that was a fun day.

But I digress, as it was not sweet, smiling Frederick that woke me, but a lovely /drunk/ Frederick who couldn't stand very well who was trying to be so sweet and make me a little more comfortable. He was quite upset and I did what any friend would and comforted him, despite the nagging voice in my brain that prodded me towards a bedroom. Let's slap at that, shall we? Yes. I think we shall.

He's more than a little broken up about his scar, I think, and I do believe darling Rose is flat out sorry about everything. Ah, but that's what happens when you open a can of worms. You see, she wanted to know where a trail of blood led in the refugee district and we all know that's a stupid thing to wonder, now isn't it?

I told her and it led to a lovely discussion with yelling and treason and it was quite a good meal, if I say so myself. The fish stew was fabulous...


But the entire thing was started because of that damned blood trail. Even my current problems...Which I have no idea how to solve, mind you.

Yet, I feel a little better, doing what I did.
I do hope she puts it to good use.