When you are staring down jail cell bars facing treason charges in Ronerawth you only can really worry about it (not that I'd hope you'd be reading my journal should you be facing this situation because it raises all sorts of negative questions about what has happened to me!). Which really does you no good, its not like you can worry the bars down, or worry the charges away, or worry a rescue into being. Worry which now seems like a made up word because I've said it too much, is the last thing you should do in this situation.
What you should be doing is planning an elaborate escape, something involving a hilarious sequence of strange events designed to free you from your predicament. Mine was arranging a sequence of pebbles above the entrance to my jail cell to come gently falling down on the first person to open the door. Once they were distracted from the stones I would punch them out and take their weapons and keys to be able to run free and make it back to my home and start planning phase two of my grand plan (ok so my plan wasn't that complicated, but damn it it took forever to set those stones up there).
Unfortunately when my jailer did come the stones just pattered on his head, he looked at me with a growl and then I was drug away. PLAN FOILED! See I would have been better off just worrying. And what did you learn little journal? Absolutely nothing, and so you and I back then have something in common!
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