Tangled Web

The strongly held belief that most woman share traits with the Caste of Entertainers confirmed within the past couple of hands.
The performance comes at a price not measured by with either the passage of time or valuable of coin, instead overall the price is something far more intangible and costly, leaving me feeling drained an exhausted both mentally and physically.
The conflict that exists within me, continues to grow as I attempt to justify the path I taken.
I did not realize when I embarked upon the staged public severing of my relationship with the Poet that it would effect me to the degree that it has, I fear that he regards me along with the mass population that had begun to verbally speculate on his loyalty despite the recently shared correspondence. I did not anticipate the scroll delivered by Tupita earlier this hand, yet I welcomed it, as his words filled me with a small ray of hope. There was so much I wanted to say to him as he asked for my continued faith in his abilities, I only hope that he is wise enough to read between the carefully worded lines of my reply. I find it increasingly difficult denying myself his support and guidance, the price grows enormously steep as I continue to resist asking him for a private meeting in order to clear my troubled conscience, verbally exposing my true agenda concerning my outward involvement with Savana. I am not convinced it is better for him to believe me to be disloyal, yet I cannot risk being seen with him for fear that word somehow might be carried to the dangerously shrewd woman ending the ties that I have sought to strengthen. I remind myself to remain sharp and focus and not make the mistake of underestimating Savana's connections for at the moment I am uncertain as to the depth in which they extend.

The distance that separates us made wider as found myself forced to continue the public charade as I awaited the arrival of Savana in the Great Square only to find myself surrounded by Noemi and as well as the Poet. The open disdain I feel towards the Poetess easily performed aware of the bad blood that exists between herself and Savana, solidifying the bond she believes exists between us, in the process however my own cold demeanor would be purposely extended towards the Poet. I believe it helped in attempting to solidify our estrangement for the benefit of both woman ensuring I would not be called upon to take center stage in defense of the Poets tarnished character.

I can not risk feeding the continued speculative rumors concerning our relationship, not in light of the scheduled meeting that I am confident shall expose the truth behind the devastating salt shortage. The Poets haggard appearance confirms the circulating tales that he continued in his valiant search. It is not only his company that I miss, but more importantly it is the lack of favor that he regards with me, such favor I had not truly realized mattered to me before now.


The Teiban Sul Markets provided the setting last night for the handed out bowls of prepared stew allowing me to not only continued to spread the propaganda concerning the corrupt Administration but also cemented a sense of solidarity among my own people.
It also served as the perfect opportunity to cloud the waters and shift the growing rumors concerning Savana's involvement in the salt shortage as it wouldn't do to have her taken her in for questioning before I am able to locate the valuable commodity.
A new player on the scene adds to my growing worries, a tall striking man, introduced to me as Mika Savant, I do not yet know the extent of his involvement, it is however clear that has strong ties to Savana. His overall attire speaks of wealth, a confirmed fact exposed as I set about doing my research on him, according to what I heard he has always been considered somewhat of a recluse. So why now...does he keep company with the dark skinned woman? Has that ties that bind them always existed? It would explain the coin needed to finance needed to orchestrate the take over of the Cities vital resources. I suspect his involvement runs deeper than I previously imagined. I shall remained inwardly cautious and openly charming as to not alert their suspicious as the scheduled meeting grows closer. After careful consideration of all the facts it remains imperative that my perceived loyalties extend no further than my own self interest, something I am well versed in portraying despite the cost to my own personal safety.

Once the tables would be disbanded, the last of the food handed off to hungry hands did I seek the company of the Scribe, the remainder of the evening and well into the twilight hours of the morning spent in the company of the Scribe, Siminus, I did not need to voice my sins in order to received the absolution I sought. His company provided the solace I needed over a shared glass of wine, we spoke in depth as I wrote out the complied list documenting my suspicious, names and dates listed concerning those things I witnessed and believe bear deeper investigation. I drew up written stipulations outlining the steps I wish to be taken concerning my property and holdings should the need arises that I am unable to publicly voice my intentions as well as a separate scroll intended to be delivered to Tynan should I become entangled within the sticky web of deceit. The streets were deserted as I left his residence, the witnessed documents left behind.