I’m moving once more! Yes; yes – I’m back on the move. Two seasons I have been holed up in the home of the merchant, but I find myself in a much stronger position. I am ready this time.
And I am sated. Certainly that.
The female hospitality on offer truly was delicious, and my living wage was enough to keep me in flesh for a long time to come. But that is my old life – that is the mark of Callij – and I am trying to break free of that mould. Yes indeed; I have grown my friends. Grown!
That being said, it was mighty hard to pull my path thus. I really have enjoyed my time.
“Are you certain you want to leave? You have been mighty valuable to us.”
My esteemed employer evidently values my wok highly, too. Oh my goodness, it is hard to leave this comfort. In Callij I was a failed architect, but out here, in the Between, I am almost a master engineer. It is praise I could get used to, but there is one small problem.
I know the reality of it.
“I must continue my journey. That is my true differentiator.”
And the journey is my differentiator. I am not a spectacular architect – I am barely mediocre. In the wilderness I may cause merchants to go bleary-eyed with demand, but in Callij – or any hub for that matter – I am merely an underqualified noble.
But I am also blotting my way across Society. That is different, and that is unique. That is the path I must follow.
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