Day 11

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Day 11

It's funny what a man will do to another, over a piece of gold.

I've seen men rob women and children at high noon. I've seen friends and family throw everything away. Their history, their friendships, their experiences. For what? A hunk of metal dug out of the ground? I fail to see what seperates us from the rest of the beasts that walk the earth. Dangling a shiney object in front of our eyes and we become so enamoured, so jealous of what we don't have.

Humility? Justice? Honor? Just the ideals that the nobles shove down our throats to keep us in line. To explain the unexplainable with a hint of fear, and a hint of understanding that they proclaim to have and the rest of the underlings do not. Chivalry? Just a rich man's odorless poison. Different method of delivery, same result.

One day I saw a boy sell out his own father to the local sheriff to collect a reward on his head. The old man was a common thief. A wanna be thug. What he didn't know, and what I know now, is the sheriff took him in alright. Took him in, walked him down to the dungeon to the jail cells... then past them. Out a secret entrance he marched him. And behind the barracks he gave him up to the local guild--the real power in town, and asked for his bounty. The sheriff made five fold was he gave to the boy. And all it cost him was a decapitated head of a worthless old man.

It's funny.

I miss my father.

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