Fragment of Parchment found on February 7
... and returning home, I read from The Book of the Here and Now. How long must I kneel before the errent race, holding nothing but the face of a young welkin. Their piercing gaze judges me. My future glowing with uncertainty, but I carry on, hoping one day to hold hands with Clarity. The next few steps will be spent pandering to the gazes of weak pedestrian fledglings. A flawless repayment would not be enough to please these people. Only the appearance of perfect obiedience will please them. I make my plans on my own time but...