"The Good Citizen"

The decision to close the doors to 'Seven Bridges' proved easier than I had originally anticipated, for I never intended to remain there as long as I have, it simply isn't my home. I instructed crumb to cover the remaining furniture before returning with the keys. The guards released and paid their severance.

I received word from my father concerning my sons. I was pleased by the news. Included was a small scripted letter from Seth, telling me all about their activities, it brought tears to my eyes as I continue to miss them, yet my needs are secondary compared to the benefits of a masculine role model.
This is not a choice made with any affection for my father. It is simply the betterment of my sons.

Upon arriving back to the Inn earlier this hand I was mildly surprised to find the presence of a slave primly kneeling at the entrance. The sight a common enough occurrence, normally seen when awaiting the arrival of an Inn guest or at times when I have requested a rental slave to assist in serving at a catered event. Yet there would be something different about this enslaved woman, perhaps it was the ridged manner in which she held the chaste position, clearly it was a something that made her uncomfortable. It was for that very reason I took my time slowly extracting the reasoning for her visit in the process demeaning & humiliating. Only after the tight stiff tower was transformed, cheek meeting stone, before allowing her to reveal the nature of her visit.
Her name not asked, for it did not matter to me, yet her words pleased me.
To be honest I had anticipated word from the Poet, in light of the fact that the upcoming production grows closer and we have had dealings concerning such before, ones that have proven profitable for all concerned. The reply made to be repeated ensuring the blue eyed slave correctly understood before she was swiftly dismissed.

The next day I had the good fortune of meeting the Magistrate. As I predicted he asked if I would interested in renewing the previous deal set into place during the last production. Naturally I accepted. I find him to be an shrewd man, direct with his words and mannerisms, something I appreciate.
The lines of communication I forged shall be maintained.
The power and influence he wields is not lost upon me, in fact it was that very reason that I originally sought him out. As it stands now, I don't regret the decision.

I ensured him I would draw a menu with a list of items that I think compliment such an event. Once the appetizer was digested, the main course of the conversation consisted of an odd pairing of questions, revolving mainly about the way I managed my finances. The subject matter inwardly made me feel defensive, only because I am not used to answering to anyone, especially when it comes to such a delicately private matter. Yet I did answer his questions honestly, proud of my own accomplishments. I would later learn come to realize that his words may indeed well be spoken out of genuine concern. I could be wrong, but for now that I what I chose to believe.