You know it's gettin really bad when even giant spiders bore ya. Don't know what we were expectin. It ain't like they gave any of these lousy wands over to a bunch a bugs for safekeepin.
They made us sleep in here last night. It's fine I guess. I wasn't plannin on it tho. Maybe I'm gettin soft. I tried to get em to go back to Triel's room. There was more pillows there. And a pool. And a lockin door covered in razor blades. But I guess they was too tired to walk down the hall. Elves for you, huh?
Speakin of Triel she was a lot more interestin when she was conscious. It's a damn shame but I think it'll be easier for me and also everybody else if I just slit her throat now while she's still sleepin. These folks don't got the guts to go thru with it.
But I sorta want her to be lookin me in the eyes when it happens.
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Saturday, September 21, 2013
Shackled City: ECL 6 Ethel Schmidt Goblin Scout 3 Rogue 2: Journal 5
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