It's been just over a year now, Kirkwall has proven to be one giant stinking cesspit. To think that our family was originally from this hole! The flies are incessant, crawling into every orifice making me slap relentlessly at my own ears, eyes, mouth and nose. Do you know how painful it is when you swap yourself on the nose!
There is a stink in the air of Lowtown, or is that just me... I cannot tell anymore.
I do not dare fathom where the oil in the soap came from. The water by the dock is often so thick with excrement that you could walk on it. It would seem that many other Lothering women are content to use any foul deviant of spirits
for their perfume. They reek of alcohol and I cannot tell if it is from their own corruption or from the company they keep. I cannot even scrounge cloves, or herbs to make myself a proper suitable oil. The orange peels are consumed
before I can even remove the zest, lavender flowers, lemongrass are non-existent and rose petals, Ha! perhaps in High Town, but the only time I was offered work there it was far too inappropriate to mention. We’ll see how randy
that guy will be in the future after getting a genuine burn in his loins!
Our servitude is over and Carver and I are free again. Carver is driving be batty though. His ceaseless insecurity is tiring. I wish that he would just get whatever ails him out of his system. I am not to blame for his inability. He should find a Lowtown wench and spend his time with her rather than hang around by my side all of the time. Perhaps he thinks that he is ‘looking after his poor mage sister’. It seems though that I know damn well how to take care of myself. The Chantry don’t dare to look too hard in Lowtown, and I am not overtly reckless or foolish. Perhaps Carver is jealous of my gift. Ha! He would blow himself up in an instant if given the chance. I wonder if we could do something like that… blow ourselves up by accident? I still have so much more to learn.
I miss Bethany dearly. We shared a connection that I just don’t seem to have with Carver. I know she always told me that I should have more patience with our brother, but I was far more content back then when he monopolised her
attention, rather than my own. Poor Beth, I often imagine that she is just far away somewhere even though I know otherwise. We didn’t even have time to give her a proper departure.
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Well, back to work I guess. We meet a strange Dwarf yesterday. He had an interesting business venture on offer.
I did gather one valuable bit of information though… I think that I am allergic to dwarfs.
They make me sneeze!
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