Role

Chapter 12

I don't even know who I'm writing this to, honestly. Maybe it's more for me.
Sometimes I have to wonder about the decisions I make. Are they right, are they
sound, am I sane? Like the thing with the Galadon guild. I just wanted to leave well
enough alone. I didn't really want to get into Dargatha's plot to overthrow Brizda.
It seemed like an invitation to trouble. Then Graimid gets into it and all of a sudden
I feel like I have no choice. Of course it's a good thing to get the Empire out of the
guild. I know that. Right? So if I know that, then I should also know I REALLY
shouldn't be messing with Gaspare, but... Maybe I've been spending too much time
around Daphedee. I don't know. At first I thought he was just asking me to make an
enamel piece OF him. You know, a work of art with a deadly, dark subject. That I can
handle, that's just fine. But as we talked I realized when he said "decorate me" he
didn't mean make an art. He meant make HIM art. He wants me to carve or enamel or
gods only know... his bones. He wants me to decorate HIM. And he's going to pay me
250 gold to do it. And once I'm done, if he thinks I've disfigured him, he's going to
NOT pay me 250 gold. Instead he's going to pay me "his price" whatever that means. I
think it means murder. Gods help me I'm going to do it, too. The challenge is just
too...uncanny, enticing, terrifying, unique. What's wrong with me? I can't change
him by beautifying his bones. Can I?