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.