1 Prologue

I will not lie, my situation is looking grim my metal fortitude, optimism and physical strength has long abandoned me

Trapped in my stuffy office on my stiff chair in seems my suffering will never end. Stuck here forced to work tell twilight and beyond sorting though a dizzying number of reports and eye witness accounts.

My bottom has long given up the fight leaving me alone to face the monstrous amount of paper work, "and for what?!" Like a child that didn't get the cookie the chubby middle aged man exclaims. "So the crown can get a better picture of the war…. My ass!" Pounding the table shaking candle and papers alike

"As if all these worthless reports will make a difference! Protect the people I'm a person am I not!" He like many other officials across the kingdom of Dakar are hard at work willing or otherwise.

'I want to go home'

'I want to visit the whore house'

'I want to visit the other whore house'

'I want food'

Willfully ignoring people outside of the capital city who may have other concerns.

"Well let's see" picking up one more report no

"They sent me a journal entry's talk about lazy"

"Ronwell family ay no wonder…. Brutes I don't think they know how to write reports hehehe"

First moon of the new flower moth

number 346

Adam Ronwell

Dear Journal Mother has just told me I'm to be married.

/ this is my first novel I'll be writing I will try to write when I have a moment to spare lucky dear reader I have many moments to spare well good night dear reader/