The longer I stay in this city, the more restless I become. I long to shed this Cloak and rid myself of the responsibilities that go along with it. Flaern must be having a good laugh right now. "Join the Cloaks. You'll still patrol the forest. We need you." Bullshit. I've barely left this festering cess pool since I donned this wretched thing.
Sickness and death are permanent residents inside these walls, and on the surface there is concern. It goes no deeper than that. People who would allow a corpse to rot for days in the common room of a tavern deserve to get whatever comes their way. When you lie in filth it eventually consumes you.
The one bright spot in my life now is Isanna. I thank the Gods that she survived the plague. I truly do not know what I would have done without her. She is my balance. If it were not for her, I would have fled this city and my responsibilities long ago. I would have fled from what people refer to so lovingly as "humanity." It is for her that I serve, for if I ever were to leave, she could not follow. I can bear anything to be by her side, but to be separated would kill me.
Gods grant me the ability to see her safe. Grant me the ability to clean up this shit hole of a city before I lose her scent.
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