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Bah, politics are annoying as a fire storm in dry weather. I have to be apart of the council sessions for the next forseeable future. Since Spring's here and the roads are good, it's ambassadorial and trade season. We get to negotiate deals with other cities and lands for goods we need in return for magical goods and services. Right now we have an ambassador from Samatoss a city state on the coast a bit south of us. We get a lot of our salt water fish from there. We get other stuff too, but that's all I remember about the place. The ambassador is this portly guy with a thin mustache who kept on staring at Cinder's boobs. Cinder kept on making googie eyes at me. I kept on staring at the wall. Someone pinched me on the butt at one point during the lunch.

After six hours of that I went to work... or maybe I went there after work... I don't remember now. I don't think it's important. Work, then work at the Inn, then Braxious stuff, and checking out the house and then getting Braxious up and back to the city again for more fun with politics.

I think my days are gonna get rather reduntant for a while.