9:
This "Theresa" instructed me to visit an old 'friend.'
I am obedient, and so I go. We meet at a tavern, myself and this 'friend.' This "Hammer." She, too, seems … overjoyed to see me. The woman is massive, almost as tall as I am, and far more broad. I was sometimes – rarely – mocked for being the scrawniest of the Spire Guards.
Those rare few who dared to mock me – and were not in a position of authority above me – did not live long to regret their insolence.
The massive woman, though, didn't mock me. Instead … she hugged me. I remember that word, though I cannot recall the meaning behind it. The emotion.
I stood stiff in her arms, and she pulled away. She seemed hurt that I didn't return her exuberance.
Emotion is a weakness.
Emotion distracts even the strongest of men from the purity of obedience.
I am instructed to visit the people I once knew.
This book informs me that I have a lover, a child. I do not recall their faces. I do not especially care to.
But I am instructed to do so. I will go to Bowerstone on the morrow. Perhaps someone there will know the identities of my "family."