My Life

Such a day. The day-to-day in the Empire is hardly a bloodless one, but for all its prevalence, I can not harden myself to it. It feels right to write about all of those moments. So, that’s exactly what I’ll do. I need the practice, anyhow.
 
We shouldn’t have lied to the shopkeeper. I am not nearly as street-savvy as some of my fellows, but I fail to see how deception would have protected him. His hypothesis was reasonable. Even if he were to be under further threats from the Syndicate, he deserved to know something of what happened. The armor is the least of my concerns. I plan to apologize to him when we can return, and if he is willing, maybe I can help him in his store for a time…
 
He’s not my first choice of employers, for obvious reasons. If anything else happens in the store, I can see no other result than me being accused. But maybe I can help him. The least I’d like to do is give him a new perspective, and hope he has the sense to think critically. Maybe he won’t be so quick to accuse a passerby next time. I can only hope.
 
Speaking of hope…I’m getting happier and happier about the people I’ve wound up with. At a glance, these are sensible and well-to-do folk, who have not yet been hardened by the cruelties of this terrible system. I was prepared to aid the Tiefling man alone. And to my utter surprise, everyone leaped into action, even Harin…! It was similar for the man impaled by spears. I’m so glad we could free him from his torment, even if it could have only ended in his death.
 
If only death did not so often take the place of freedom. More and more, I feel I am the exception to that rule, undeserving as I am. But I cannot put this chance to waste. For everyone I left behind, I must grow stronger...