Jocas sat in front of his blue marble desk. It would be the last time he'd use that room, in Amdeneir's tavern, for something other than sleeping. Donari Tyndale had asked him to attend a meeting earlier, and so he did. Yawning a bit -it was getting late- he wrote the following.
The House has finally been accepted under the Dark Empire's wing. Grandpa, whom the Gods have in Their mercy, was right: Don't seek to be the best. Let those who are best guide you, and soon you'll become like them.
I have great hopes regarding today's treaty. I wonder if the actual Empress, or Emperor will ever come back, and if they will approve of it. What will happen to me, then? What will happen to my son? And to Rykia? Should I let her know? Maybe I should.
I have great hopes regarding today's treaty. I wonder if the actual Empress, or Emperor will ever come back, and if they will approve of it. What will happen to me, then? What will happen to my son? And to Rykia? Should I let her know? Maybe I should.