Coin, Never Elven
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From the Diary of the Man Called Coin; Day 18 of Alturiak the second month, The Year of the Maidens 1361

I am through with that wretched swaddle of rags and filth they call the beggar - and none too soon, for I fear his mere presence a source for disease. He has bade me make for Bezantur and I am even now on my way.

The south brings to mind my home, on the isle of Evermeet - a home which long since abandoned me. What works may be done in Thay matter very little when I am hounded and harried and doomed at each turn. What my cousin the Queen may need here is beyond my reach and, I fear, my ability.

Still, I have been chosen by the council and sent by Lady Amlaruil, and poor spy or no, I am here for a
reason. And that alone is cause enough to stay. Still, I can't imagine what faith they have in me, and so I will die here a useless, bloody death.

I will have to go deeper, in the meanwhile - join some organisation or order within Thay to grow to my reach. I just hope nobody guesses at my true purpose, and that I do not disappoint my Lady overmuch, in her grief.


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Coin, Never Elven - by stressfear - 04-15-2014, 06:21 PM
RE: Coin, Never Elven - by stressfear - 04-19-2014, 05:52 PM
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