Whitestone City, Day Two
Dad, things aren’t great here. I was in the healer’s room getting repaired, I guess, and there was this huge crash and a guy named Gillian was in the foyer obviously fighting some monster that had broken out of the prison. That monster ended up being my old boss Gregory Faust, the guy who paid me to shut down stuff that “went wrong” although he always said it was violating some engine directive or needed more oil of some kind, things like that. I didn’t know what he was talking about but I guess that really mattered because I’m in way over my head now.
I still have a roof over my head and they pay us really well which I guess is good, but instead of weird machines I’m fighting gross walking brains and the undead remains of my old boss. And I work for the son of the only dragon that fought for mortals in a civil war I’ve never heard of. And now I wasn’t even supposed to be part of all this but I guess the armor makes me supposed to be part of it. And the dragon said I was a Janis like in the old stories, a guy whose fate is like a coin with a light side and a dark side. And I feel like the coin could fall either way depending on my choices and what I choose suddenly matters a lot more than it ever did with the Dwarves.
I had a home I didn’t really like at the camps but I had a friend, and a place I could have belonged to. But here I go wanting more, always more. The Dwarves said I was so tall no amount of having would ever fill me up and I guess they were right.
It did feel really good to fight Gregory though. I didn’t do much but I guess the armor is going to help me out if I follow this Oath it’s got written into it. I hope it does. Torgrun could really use some help.