Now that Shadroc is dead work has improved a lot. The rest of the garda are easily manageable by me and Jani.  Marc has been dumped for an older and more experienced model.

Well I still have to catch him but Jani assures me that he is available. Tomorrow is Great Anumon day and so we will be leavin Krawl behind and making our way to the perfumers road. Those smells are to die for. I can only afford two bottles, but if I share with Jani then we can buy five between us.

Well, I am going to look for ‘that’ experienced man, whats his name again?

Great news, Jani tells me that Shadroc was doing some extra duties at Direons castle, up on the hill and…YES…he was killed in action. Thank the gods, I never doubted you at all.

Me and Marc spent another fantastic night together last night, it got better when Jani joined us. Her lips are so so so…

Did I tell you that Shadroc is dead. I am going to dance on his grave for sure.

Energetic though Marc is, he really lacks in experience. It was a distraction but I am not going to spend my nights teaching him the subtler points of pleasuring a woman. I wonder if Jani, my co-worker would be more inclined to? I will mention it to her tomorrow. I don’t mind sharing or indeed giving.

Speaking of Jani, she heard today that Shadroc is going to see a priest to magically heal his leg. I can’t believe it! Am I going to have that man haunt me forever? Priest are expensive and so this could be just a rumour, or that Jani is bitching me. She better not be or she will be needing a healer.

Marc, the young baker at the end of my street finally asked me to lunch with him today. He has a beautiful body certainly something I wouldn’t say not to but…he does bang on a bit about how he is going to join the Rakers. All he needs is that one big break. Yeh, like I haven’t had that before?

I think I will run him along for a while…perhaps tonight we will play some music…hmmm

The rain has stopped finally, I doubt if it was my prayers that stopped it. But it will help with the workload tomorrow. Sorry to bang on about washing, but I do spend thirteen hours a day doing it – so you can’t expect me not to mention it.

Well, with a man as keen as Marc, I don’t need any help in the prettying up department. though you can’t blame a gal for wanting to look her best can ya.

Later…ummmm yummy!

Refilian for pities sake stop the rain. The Gradis came in today covered foot to shoulder in muck and grime. It took Sali and I fourteen hours to clean the uniforms. If it continues to rain tonight then I am leaving this hole of Marvoth for good.

On another note, Shodrac fell into a gutter today and broke his leg. Ha! That will keep him away from duty for atleast a month, by then I may have got another job.

The priests came around again and were asking for devotions. Gods! How in the name of Marvoth can we give them gold when we have barely enough for our own mouths. Why don’t their gods give them gold?

Another day spent washing the muck off the gradis uniforms has me convinced that I have to get another job. That ape Shodrac tried to get me behind the powder keggs again. The little bastard tore my dress and undergarments. I swear one day I will put some Garwin root into his wine pouch! that will learn ‘im!

If anyone reading this lives in the city of Seamire then look me up in the krawl quarter. I am a good, honest and hard worker.

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