I sit here tonight, satisfied and sated in the passing of the past couple of hands.
The seldom used small glass of dark liquor placed nearby, the sweet potent blend, an acquired taste that I rarely indulged. Seldom do I drink anything stronger than juice or water and when I do on nights like tonight it is always done within the privacy of my residence. I see other woman do so quiet liberally in fact in public social settings, personally I believe it makes them look cheap and crass yet it is not a battle that I chose to openly wage, there simply is no need as they normally receive what they have sowed.
The tide seems to have turned as predicted by the Poet, my business has slowly started to increase to the point that I am not longer considering taking out a loan on my Inn, yet I have also not yet opened it for guests. The front door remains locked, the windows facing the street boarded, the property remains listed for sale. The current statues suits me at least for now for I am satisfied with waiting for the market to increase.
Two hands ago I am pleased to say that I was selected among a list of many to cater a political banquet.
It turned out to be more than I originally anticipated, it always is when dealing with their kind.
The guest list included a host of local dignitaries, it was quite an event. Statuesque heavily veiled woman draped in expensive brocade teetering around precariously upon their platform shoes, yet as entertainingly empty minded as they are, it was the equally distinguished politically driven men that held my attention as always for they are the ones that hold the true power.
Thirstily they drank, hungrily breaking bread with those, I doubt even they considered their equals. I continue to be amazed at the interaction among the arrogant. The way they work the room at such functions is nothing short of amazing, arms bending practically to the point of breaking as they pat one another on the shoulder, congratulating themselves on what I feel is yet another false victory, while those they are appointed to serve are still attempting to dig themselves out beneath their deceit. I don't know why I expect them to suddenly grow a conscience, their biased leadership continues to be a source of disappointment. The callous lack of accountability concerning their recently exposed deceit both sickens and drives me, the resolve that fuels me restored. It is hard for me to believe that they almost broke me, sending me fleeing from the City. If anything I feel stronger, more validated concerning my own deceitful actions.
I will admit I was almost convinced of their portrayed Administrative unity that is until I overheard what clearly appeared to be heated strained whispers coming from behind one of the closed door that lead from the kitchen, purposely I waited, busying myself with the arrangements of the dessert trays, in hopes of seeing who would emerge, I was not surprised to see both our corrupt Administrator and his loyal Advisor depart. I did not need to hear the words exchanged to note their equally strained expressions. It pleases me, immensely.
The ill gotten coin derived on the backs of my Low Caste brethren's has been returned to the disillusioned and homeless. The sense of satisfaction continues to bring a smile to my face as the remaining food they so generously paid for, was packed up at nights end and distributed thru out the City along with promises of injustices that had yet be righted.
It does make it so easy that they see us as feebleminded fools.
The time for true accountably looms closer.
Nearly a hand after the prestigious event, a very different sort of party was held within the pubic square. I have little doubt it was orchestrated as a way to placated the working backbone. To be honest, the reasons didn't matter for results clearly outweighed private agendas. The atmosphere brought out an array of colorful performers as well as Merchants and Artists. I felt a sense of comfort that has eluded me ever since the riots, for but a single night it was easy to imagine that the hands of time has been turned backwards to a less complicated time. The turn out greater than I believe anyone anticipated. I ended up turning a handsome profit as well widening my social circle.
Crumb proved instrumental in working the crowd with skilled ease. Her attempts to regain my favor has not escaped my attention. I was pleasantly surprised as I expected her to be self conscience beneath the weight of her newly shaven head. It pleases me to push her, pulling out that inner strength that I know exists, while at the same time restraining her natural reactions. She is not like other slaves and I will have not her ruined by vanity, nor will I allow her to forget who dictate her fate.
On a worthy side note, I obtained ownership over a freckled face slave.
It wasn't my intention to assume ownership over the slave, yet I did as her owner the deadbeat Scribe remains indebted to me. I consider my actions completely justified as I am providing a public service to the City, people need to be held accountable no matter their statues or gender and if it takes making a public stand to make them understand that, then so be it. I shall continue to exercise my control over the freckled slave until the point that Scribe finds the nerve to seeks me out. If she continues to allude me then I shall do whatever is necessary in order to recover my loss, concerning both the coin owed including the cost of her food and shelter.
I do not blame the slave for it is not her fault that her previous owner clearly lacks a sense of responsibility yet by the same standards I shall not be lenient in my treatment of her as I assume, based on the behavior of her former owner that she has in the past been provided with a rather long leash.
She will learn, in this I have no doubt.
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