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A time to mourn the past... I am alone again, still sitting here in steamfront. My friends have all gone. I need time to myself to think about what has just passed.
I may be a rogue but I am not cold hearted. I have seen those that are truly masters of thievery, sitting atop their empires built from their triumphs, but they are devoid of all feelings, they have no
�friends�. Only those that aren�t quite enemies yet. I on the other hand refuse to become that cold, which makes killing someone who was a friend once that much harder. |
I will not pause too long on the what if that concern Renux. She was for time my friend, Daughter of Stanos, and my closest ally as I was learning the adult ways of the life of a rogue. No longer a street urching, I was a skilled thief, and her and I worked as a team, watching each other�s backs, doing what we had to do. If I could have avoided killing her I would, but if I had left her alive, she would only have resurfaced another time to try to end my life. Compassion can be a problem in my existance. The fight that followed her theft of my parchment, held no satisfaction for me. When her body lay at my feet, her soul let fly, I took back what was mine. I prayed to what ever Gods of Norath that were listening to let her find peace now. The parchment, now translated, I returned to Stanos. I had not the nerve to speak of his daughter but simply handed over the worn paper. |