Greetings, noble reader. It is I, Meritocritus, Scribe and Truthspeaker. I openly admit my name and the latter class have happened only recently in my life, and many are the lies associated with my old name. I say this not to diminish my transformation, but because I must needs address it. Having met and spoken with the narrator of this tale, I can confirm that he is a Truthspeaker, of a deeper level than I shall achieve with what remains of my life.
I am, as it turns out, to be executed, and some fool thought this would be torture for me, rather than an inspiration. I thank you for tolerating me these few words, and I am certain you wish to continue the tale of Rhishisikk rather than mine.
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"<Flurry of Blocks.>" I called out.