[Muse]

*Jay, clearly tired and frustrated, clanks into the burning house of kossuth. His journal was already open and out, no reason for that being, he shook it off his head as to why and sat down the desk. He then continued to write..*
The young are so clueless.. Forty one years of age now. Not something I particularly looked forward too..
*he smirks, dipping his quill in ink and scraping the excess off on the side of the top*
The priador has potential and shows out.. Caramiriel and Azura need to tame their horses sometimes, so to speak. I fear they will never learn. Especially when Daxos does his best to turn the priador from the filth it is to a prestigous legion.
*he then sighs*
Elira((WingsofStardust))murdered me in Tyraturos.. She murdered me in cold blood, i didnt try to fight at all. It wasn't in her tharch, and in all technicality, even if Kossuth decided to save me, its against the law.
Omnipotence Hazlok((Bishop Edward))ddcided to settle it in a riddle competition, which I showed my years of age and knowledge out.
He concluded me superior of the mind and her superior of the sword.
Really, even if I am alive and was dead, she was not in her tharch of authority, it's against the law.
*he shakes his head..*
Dragon disciples. Trying to live to Vortar's name..
*a immediate smirk hits his face*
I've seen many young ones come and go.
Delia ((MoreThanThree)), Aegril ((Philosopher))..
Its a shame. *he then closes his journal, the flames glow in an aura around him. He smiles, feeling comfort in the heat.. He laughs, feeling free. But then he stops, and thinks, What am I going to do..*