Young Man's Ambition

[Random_White_Guy]

My Second Day,

Making way to Ephia has proven fruitful. I Feel as if I've walked across half the desert and endlessly looping about to the beat of my heart. I truly miss the Camels and dreams of Great-Grandfather's True Carpet. The dangers of this place are palpable and the locals are so numb to it. Truly a unique place.

My luggage was waylaid by THREE ASH STORMS this morning, so it shall be some time before I can enjoy proper finery, proper accoutrements for an office, and get operational. However a local coffee shop owner has taken to a bit of charm by my presence and allowed me to rent a room as office space. I'll continue using that in the coming days until matters settle.

Most Ashfolk of the city pay me little heed, though the Merchant and the Inspector I have met, the Nadiri, the Scribe, and the Magi I have not. Nasreen her name and we've had some casual passing but not yet a chance to properly speak. I should hope to find the others in short order to gauge their takes on things and how matters proceed in this strange, backwater outpost.

If nothing else I shall never be bored, but I do worry as there's so much violence. It is said a Bandasman punched a Politician in the face within his very League Office. Nothing worth writing home about in the Fright, but gracious.

What a place, what a peoples, these Wastelanders. And that is not even to mention the Horrors encountered as I found myself upon a battlefield. I shall need a good bath, and spend a small fortune to see my Toga laundered after that debacle in the Windswept Plateau.

I need a drink, a shave, some time cradling the Quiylan at Elossi's, then I can hopefully find some sleep as the Demon takes to rise.