Thoughts and Lies

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If I had one coin, just one coin, for every time I’ve been mistaken for a servant in Orlais I’d be able to buy a seat on the Magisterium. I’ve traveled far by now, and I don’t think there’s a single country more prejudiced outside the Imperium. As if it’s some scandalous thing for an elf to work and provide for themselves. Kaffas.
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I admit, it has been useful on occasion. I managed to slip into Lady Mathieu’s soiree without notice. Even without the proper dress, they mistook me for a servant and I ended up serving drinks all evening. Tedious, but fruitful. These Orlesians and their ‘Grand Game.’ Honestly, sometimes it makes me feel right at home.
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I think I’ll purchase some new robes with the coin I lifted from the party. Since I’m so easily mistaken for ‘lowly’ with what I have, I’ll need something for the occasions I cannot afford that error. Maybe velvet? I’ve never had anything made of velvet before. One day I’d like something in silk, but I can only grab so much.
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Come to think of it, there was this particularly lovely ruby in one of the Lady Mathieu’s lounges. Big as my fist, could have provided for months. If I hadn’t needed to be so careful…
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Tomorrow I’ll be patrolling the bazaar again, pick up some grunt work running deliveries for one of the more magic friendly shops. My notes on who is buying what are starting to show interesting patterns. Baron Deschamps has been collecting an intriguing amount of offensive charms.
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I’d better eat before this place starts serving the slop left over. I have to find another tavern soon. I’ve lingered here too long as it is. Caught one of the boys eyeing my staff while cleaning my room the other day. Fearful, but curious eyes. He seemed particularly interested in the blade (note to self: sharpen it). I’m sure the owners have their suspicions already, but I can’t change being seen as dangerous.
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I’ll make the arrangements tomorrow, after some work. For now, food.
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If tonight’s meal ‘tastes of despair’ again, I may light this place on fire.