Aubrey Domergue's loquacious recountings of personalities and tales

[Pandip]

Our vision has been subsumed by the esoteric designs of a cult and the avaricious excesses of mercenaries who would sooner see us dead than successful.

I am beginning to fret that I am the sole pursuant of our interests.

And if that is the case, mayhap I am little more than the weight which drags us away from our destination - whatever that might be.

Whether it be through obfuscation from competing interests or my own stubborn reticence, I have completely lost sight of our purpose.

Now I am left to contemplate whether this is still worth fighting for.

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Our vision has been subsumed by the esoteric designs of a cult and the avaricious excesses of mercenaries who would sooner see us dead than successful.

I am beginning to fret that I am the sole pursuant of our interests.

And if that is the case, mayhap I am little more than the weight which drags us away from our destination - whatever that might be.

Whether it be through obfuscation from competing interests or my own stubborn reticence, I have completely lost sight of our purpose.

Now I am left to contemplate whether this is still worth fighting for.

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[Pandip]

Oh, Lyrist Aubrey speaks so sweet.
Her voice drifts down in rhythmic beat,
Through bellows wide, she fills the halls,
With words like waves-so grand, so tall!

She speaks and speaks, oh what a sight,
A thousand words before goodnight!
Her stories swirl, they loop and spin,
By verse or speech, she'll surely win!

The Cinquefoil Rose is her great pride,
A Lyrist true, so dignified!
To be Legate? Oh, one day soon!
She'll fly right over the moon!

Yet hush now, hush! She's drifting deep.
A queen of words, now fast asleep.
Good night, Grandma Aubrey!

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Oh, Lyrist Aubrey speaks so sweet.
Her voice drifts down in rhythmic beat,
Through bellows wide, she fills the halls,
With words like waves-so grand, so tall!

She speaks and speaks, oh what a sight,
A thousand words before goodnight!
Her stories swirl, they loop and spin,
By verse or speech, she'll surely win!

The Cinquefoil Rose is her great pride,
A Lyrist true, so dignified!
To be Legate? Oh, one day soon!
She'll fly right over the moon!

Yet hush now, hush! She's drifting deep.
A queen of words, now fast asleep.
Good night, Grandma Aubrey!

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[Pandip]

I cannot tell if I am crazy.

What is the difference between conviction and madness?

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I cannot tell if I am crazy.

What is the difference between conviction and madness?

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