You know, I had basically reconstructed my memories and identity (as one does) after waking up in a demon's satchel in a cave with basically none of those (as one does); and it happened very quickly, so much so that I basically stopped writing any of them down so much as vaguely alluding to them in an inside-joke sort of way that only I would get (this being my diary, after all)... If it was so easy to remember everything, well, the need to keep notes must not be as dire as I first thought, right? But I find I kind of enjoy writing these, so, hey, let's keep going.
But what I discovered in the Planck time1 it took for us to transition back out of the Astral is that I actually, very literally did not remember seeing the sun. I may as well have lived my entire life in a notably execrable cavern. If you don't think that would have a detrimental effect on your psychology, your flippant attitude has left me tempted to recommend the experience to you. On the other hand, if you aren't the person from the previous postulate, I can actually recommend the experience plus the exit transition. 'Cause, let me tell you, it's transformative, I feel amazing. Let me get back to you after I have a bath, if I haven't transcended.
But it's not time for baths, yet, evidently. First it's debriefing, with a Lady Lavinia Vanderboren my new gang is employed by, and with whom I've just realized I have not yet secured similar employment. (Yep, might as well. Not going back north.) She seems nice. She's in charge of this place, a real frontier woman, at least as human nobles go. I can't quite comprehend why anyone would pick this particular frontier to be in rear of, but they're making a really good go of it.
Still not entirely sure what's going on. I should ask more questions, but everyone seems so full of purpose and certainty and I suspect they're all just playing along with the one guy who actually knows, so I fell in step. At the very least, I believe I have determined that they settled this area before the business with demonic cults and evil superweapons. Yeah, you got to stand up for what's yours, even when what's yours is some hastily built cottages that are only marginally more hospitable than the surrounding jungle, and then only because lately the bloodsucking insects are also extraplanar.
Help me, I'm slipping. It's not really that bad. The place is actually pretty charming. I'm just getting slightly testy because I'm still in this waiting room and they still haven't told me where I can get a decent bath.
1. Planck time, as you might be, but probably aren't wondering, has nothing to do with Max Planck or the speed of light. Planck was the name of a gnome in the Corusk Mountains who theorized the minimum duration in which a reasonable gnome can accomplish anything meaningful. He said it was about six seconds. His theory is not well known or, indeed, known of at all; Guinet knew him personally.
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