Help IX
Dear Journal, Eternity “Will that be all, my lord?” “Sure, why the f**k not. Go sleep and get drunk and do whatever it is that you do for fun. Don’t die, I wouldn’t have anyone but the Excelsum to talk to if that happened.” The commander of my personal guard force left my rooms, bowing out as he always did. I’d started talking to him some years before. I’d known I was only supposed to talk to Vancil, but I was fed up with having only her and Crubec for company. After coming up with what I thought was a suitable story, I gave the soldier a simple greeting. First time I thought I’d killed him from shock, the guy rolled over on his back like he had been electrocuted. Once he woke up I told him how I thought him worthy yada yada yada and suddenly I had another person to talk to. He wasn’t
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