Nothing has happened, which I guess I should be thankful for. It's been a week and nothing has happened.
See, now I sound like an idiot. Like I'm expecting something to go wrong, or something to pop out and kill me or...something. I really need to get my head straight don't I?
It's just I seemed more compelled now to write in you and tell you everything. Maybe I just wish what I had to say was more interesting, and it's not.
I'm finally living my life in a normal fashion, and I don't seem to want it.
Why?
It's not like I'm here to impress you and show you what a great person I'm not. We have enough heroes in this world. What we really need is more followers and I tend to make myself one of the best followers ever. Someone who does what they are told and does not get written into the history books just to be made fun of or slandered years from now. I'd honestly rather be forgotten then hated, and people do tend to hate me more than like me.
It's a gift.
Gross, stale bread and my fruits have already gone bad. Forget the custom right now, I seriously need to figure out the food here. I've been eating bread for the longest time now. For as beautiful and colorful as the city is, Carthak is nothing but a hot, swampy, land mass. The bugs here are big enough to kill you let alone give you diseases that will make you reach the same end. It's almost enough to make me want to leave again.
Almost, but not quite.
I don't really think I'm able to make it across that ocean again on just a raft. Mithros knows it was luck that let me by the first time.
Luck! Yes, that Graveyard Hag. She is a sort of gambler god supposed to bring luck weather good or bad is yet to be perceived but I guess magic of that kind can go either way. I don't know I just guess she's tricky and actually can change her form, so that explains the different types of statues. I asked all of this to my Owner's Wife. (They do have names but if I tried to spell them I know it'd become a total mess. Even in real life I just call them Owner or Master or something.)
The Wife is nice, she's very demure and soft. Quite the type of woman I'm suppose to be I guess, or at least what Owner thinks I should be. I don't really talk to them that often, of course usually I'm not even at the store. I'm usually running around the city making deliveries. I actually have another one to make, but this is my last stop of the day.
And of course, this is the stop that's taking the longest. Mainly because I have no idea where I'm going. At least I'm on the right street. I usually stay in the Port City of Thak's Gate, but right now I'm even past Zekoi River all the way to the Main Road.
"Excuse me," I asked a person, "What is this word?" My package was a very funny shape so the entire address didn't get on one side and I just wasn't understanding what this word was suppose to be.
The man just took one glance at it and said, "Pal lase," then walked off...
Pal lase? What the--? Pal-lase...
Shit.
The Palace.