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Thoughts and memories of recent events were swirling in Jorah’s mind like silt at the bottom of cheap wine. He hated the constant feeling of anxiety and discontent that was bothering him; a pebble in his shoe he could pluck out, but this was a sensation not so easily removed.
He hated being in debt to a goddess, but perhaps it was mostly because his own worship of a “patron”, if it was even strong enough for that, was lack enough. Beshaba did not take kindly to laxness on her part, and he knew he had not done enough for her. But he hardly had any coin left to spare even for a proper tithe before he left Bezantur.
But the wheel turns, the coins flip, but Beshaba always twists them to fall badly.
The bandits must have been guided by her hand, he knew it, but at least the end was quick.
[Retired]
He hated being in debt to a goddess, but perhaps it was mostly because his own worship of a “patron”, if it was even strong enough for that, was lack enough. Beshaba did not take kindly to laxness on her part, and he knew he had not done enough for her. But he hardly had any coin left to spare even for a proper tithe before he left Bezantur.
But the wheel turns, the coins flip, but Beshaba always twists them to fall badly.
The bandits must have been guided by her hand, he knew it, but at least the end was quick.
[Retired]