The Three Fates

I can’t deny that there’s a streak of paranoia in my nature. I don’t think it’s unreasonable, given, well, everything, but on occasion, it leads me to see coincidences as conspiracies. It leads me to doubt fate, and point the finger instead at planning. It leads me to wonder at the similarities in the those closest to me.

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Diary: Page Three

I don’t know what to think.

I spent part of this evening at the Laughing Zhevra. I thought I might see Sakti there, but though there were a few faces I recognised from the Field Trips, there was no one I knew well enough to approach.

Instead, I bought myself a drink (the lady from last week was correct, the Grog is much better there than elsewhere) and decided to simply listen to the conversations. My attention was caught by someone I thought I heard refer to himself as a witchdoctor. As the conversation progressed to matter of the Forsaken’s predilection towards certain less-than appealing mental states, I moved closer so that I could hear better. Not very subtly, as it turns out.

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