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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
11:06 AM

There are very few things that one can count on in life. Perhaps the only thing one can truly count on is change. There is a saying my mother used to tell me, "If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change."
I have not seen Kyron in perhaps a hand or two now. It's hard to recollect. Though I have gone by the Towers now and again, it is too large a dwelling to sleep in alone without repercussions. And so things change. I split my time between Trahkam's apartment in the Garden District, and the Rabid Sleen. On occassion I even rest my head at the Strega. Never one place too long. Trahkam and Kai are quiet residents, though we all keep odd hours.
I stumbled across an old acquaintence and again the board was added another player. Lazarus has invited me to dinner. I cannot remember the last time I spoke to the slaver. I think perhaps it was during his slave auction some three years ago. That night was also a catylst of change, if I remember correctly. My relationship with Lazarus has always been variable, maybe more so than it was with Kyron.
Later in a rare and brief moment of genuineness, I spoke to Tia the Baker. My warning was as one who has lost children to change, to one who still had her's. It is not unlikely that our opinions of one another have in some way altered just a little too.
My encounter in an alley near Sixth Street a few nights past was unexpected, and undoubtedly caused my view of the pieces on the board to change yet again. There are motives; there are strategies that are slowly beginning to unfurl, and it has become clear that the pieces are the players. I can still taste the faint essence of a familiar wine and the peculiar warmth of a foreign touch.
The difficult thing about change, is that it makes trust in anything but the laws of discord nearly impossible.
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