Backdated: YC114.08.15
The place is cut out of a goddamn mountain. As such, it is cold as a witch's tit out there, lemme tell ya.
I was invited to Mercy's Keep to have a word with Captain Aldrith Shutaq regarding aspects of the Amarr military. Fella's a "Seneschal", which evidently makes him second-in-command of the Athra knighthood, a fairly strict bunch. They have a code of conduct that they need to follow, and a modus operandi that doesn't sit quite right with me. I asked him what the knighthood's goals were: long story short, their goal is to fight "anyone who threatens the innocent."
I asked him who, exactly, the "innocent" were. In turn, he asked me if I had ever killed anyone or stolen anything -- yes and yes. Then he slid some thinly-veiled threats my way. Context be damned, I guess, eh? Killin' is killin' and stealin' is stealin' to that guy, looks like, no two ways about it. Fuck that self-preservation nonsense.
She draws a slow, deep breath through her nose, taking a moment to settle down before continuing.
Anywho.
The tea I was served was hot and earthy; it tasted the same way the trees outside of the Keep smelled, which was pleasant.
I don't know if I'll try visiting Mercy's Keep again. The prospect doesn't excite me, certainly, so... probably not.
Log end.
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