Behind that Midnight Cloak...

Fintan: Part 3

This morning, my breakfast arrived with a note. The note was folded up, so I nearly choked on it. 

Dear Pyren,

This is your weekly report from neesreveN 

The ogres are still obeying the treaty...

Keefe Sencen is with the black swan

Team Valiant still hasn't made a move...

Burn this note

 I sighed. Nothing very interesting. I had a lesson with Marella today, and I was looking forward to it. I technically shouldn't enjoy these sessions, but whatever. There was a specific thing I wanted to show her... but of course I wouldn't be allowed to. Honestly, it's like they thought I was going to kill som- nope! We are NOT going there today. I quickly burt the note to a crisp, and crushed it underneath my shoe. My head was WORSE today. I almost wished I had listened to that colorful doctor. ALMOST. 

So, I threw up. A lot. Marella wasn't coming today, I guess. Thank heavens actually. I would not like anyone seeing me like this. I was a sweaty, sick, migrane induced mess. I have no idea how I even got sick, I'm basically locked in an ice covered room. By the way, I HATE THIS ROOM SO MUCH. It is so god forsaken cold, and all I want is a blanket. Is that too much to ask? 

Of course it is.

I am never satisfied

And my mercy?

It is Neverseen