Book 3: Chapter 71: Of Gods and Ex-Men
From the Diary of Peter Roughtuff
10th Day of the 6th Month, 8000, A More Serious Entry
Writing this diary has been a great way to jot down my thoughts of home, old recipes, and to save something for any future children I may have.
Yes, children.
Because, I’m not going home.
I only realized it recently, but I’m not playing this little game to win it anymore. I want to see my craft succeed out of a love of the craft, and nothing more. I guess that’s why I was chosen for the job. It just takes looking at Harmsson to see how everything can go off the rails when you’ve only got eyes for the prize.
Speaking of Harmsson, Richter and Starshine managed to get him healed up between a combination of [Minor Blessing] and healing magic.
I’m not sure what to expect there, but I have some hope. He could’ve left me to die in that sewer by just running off – his stats were way higher than mine – but he didn’t. Is he a good person? I honestly don’t think so, he’s dangerous, but I don’t think he’s evil.
Not that he's doing much at this moment, given his imprisonment. He actually took all the blame for the One Minute Revolution at the Garden of Graves. He backed my innocence, with evidence from Mcshave and his approved speech, and even lauded me and Schist for our proper riot planning. He also sent me an incredible lawyer, Vanillatart, and she thinks we may be able to get off with some fines and warnings.