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Chapter 19

I have had a long life, a very, very long life, and I am tired. I have seen
the tides of war ebb and flow, outlived almost everyone I have known, and still I
am here. When will I be resting? I am in no hurry for that time, but this grows
wearisome. The Spire is weakened now, I must pay more attention to that, recruit
better.

Still, not all of that lays on my head. Applicants come and are inducted with relative
haste, but watching and guarding is dull by some minds. They do not see the value
of this service, or the benefits that can be theirs. I will have to promote that,
show them that there is merit in being a Magistrate, wealth and respect and growth.

I am almost too tired for this effort though, the last thing I will need to do
is to work to bring out my successor. When I am gone, Lord Marcatis will endure, will
take over the guidance of the Spire until a suitable other shall be found. Magistrate Rinalas
would figure in predominantly, but he is as old as I am I think, and as tired.

These old hollow bones almost look forward to the warmth of the inferno to rest.