I hate sleeping away from home. I hate sleeping outside, I've mentioned this several times I know, but I still hate doing it (to this damn day). You never get a good sleep because something is always sticking you in the back, you wake up with an odd taste in your mouth everytime, and the potential for beign ambushed is high every time (I put down runes and try and sleep with one eye open, but it never works if someone wants to get you they'll get you). Needless to say when I woke up after having traveled a bit from the archivist I was surprised to smell coffee and Mordere the Sin who Nidget feared was staring me down with a pistol and a smile.
"Morning." And he was right, it was a morning, I'm glad he didn't specificy either direction on what kind of morning it was about to be, because as it turns out, it went both ways as things happen to do. Yes this is a small entry, kind of hanging up side down right now while writing this, no not from what Mordere wanted this is a completely different calamity I got myself into, yeah my life is great like that.
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