Somewhere, somehow a memory stirred...
...
The upstart stood infront of Agrim. Ignorance personified. Patience Agrim.
Moronic eyes met Agrim then looked down as the freshly recruited human failed to match Agrims cunning gaze. Indeed intelligence and a strong mind was a match for all things. Luckily for Agrim. The recruit could snap him like a twig if he chose, or he could were Agrim not equipped with a mages toys.
Agrim continued his Rhetoric, mouth speaking while his thoughts were elsewhere and furthermore as punishment you will shine your boots until i can see my face reflected in them. The recruit protested the unfairness of the situation, then was reminded to end all sentances when addressing Agrim by his full title Master Administrator of the Docks
Watch Post Sergeant Agrim Wesskur.
Agrim patiently made him repeat his answer with his tittle attached. Then asked him a series of humiliating questions to ensure the recruit would not forget his title.
Magister Gaeden walked through the door and Agrims manner changed instantly. Indeed he was all pleasantries and manipulation and incredibly efficient respect to the man whose coattails he would rise upon. Then control.
The recruit ignorantly gaped as the weak willed were inclined to do.
The fugitive.
Writing is therapudic Agrim decided. He splurged, throwing his chaotic thoughts in the ecstatic drug infused mayhem. Haunspeir and more, mixed with potions of lore and foxs cunning, for bare minutes he was godlike in his insight, his allready keen mind honed, no... sharpened, no... stretched to sharp infinity, ever decreasing but never finishing.
Sheet after sheet he scrawled upon madly, ink staining his hands, face, and genius. He begun to understand... everything. Then it faded. His body contorted with pain. Through tear soaked vision he pawed over the chaotic mess of his inight.
He could no longer understand it, and for that reason he cried bitter tears.
They mixed with the ink that was his life.
Sheet after sheet he scrawled upon madly, ink staining his hands, face, and genius. He begun to understand... everything. Then it faded. His body contorted with pain. Through tear soaked vision he pawed over the chaotic mess of his inight.
He could no longer understand it, and for that reason he cried bitter tears.
They mixed with the ink that was his life.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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