سجل لليسافر ولي العهد الأمير بابافيمي من زئيفي
Wond'rous! Tho I must now away my pretenses, I am blessed not to be in the company of base assassins. Perhaps I was foolish to hide at the outset - Ah, but no, my foes are many and their arms long indeed. My present foothold is precarious, and owed to fortune alone.
Our party, numbering five now, returns to the Olman ruins where my immediate predecessors met their fates. Foolhardy, perhaps, but I say nothing, and I say nothing again when we reembark numbering four. In my heart, I am not sad to see the dwarf go. His brashness unnerved me. But his cursed, agonized corpus shall haunt my dreams for a time.
And now! The stumbling, suffering priest. In my heart, I know: that poisonous egg was meant for me. It emerged from Bassam's foul gizzard, and the hapless fellow ate that vomitous meal in my stead. The debt he owes me, he can never know, and never will.
But let it not be said that we set out a macabre voyage of envenomed knives and the hideous, misdirected vengeance of long-dead kings. We surely do, but so goest all daring ventures. Scattered amongst that bitter gruel, though, are candied plums. The fruits I speak of? They are those of sweet Lavinia.
She is a capable woman, having organized this expedition almost single-handed, noble enough for a tryst not to be unseemly, and beautiful besides. I think she is as intrigued as I am, and how could she not be? I am all that I am.
لوالدي، ووالده، وجميع من أساتذتي، سأعمل جاهدا من.
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