Dear Journal,
So I arrived in Holdine the other day, and much to my chagrin, this place is even worse off than I had originally anticipated. The lower classes seem to pack the streets and are easily riled up by the guards--coats they call them--here.
Anyway, as it turns out I should be thankful that I had been assigned to protect our 'cargo', who turns out to be some kind of foreign-exchange student. I can tell he's a noble, for one he travels in a carriage, and secondly he seems shocked by the fact that I refer to him by his nickname, Satty.
Funny how all the upper classes are alike, eh? Ahh well, he's a good enough kid I guess. Not stuck up and snotty like the rest of 'em. And he's a hell of a lot better than hanging around those damned coats, with their lack of ethics and common courtesy. Did I mention that one punted a kid into a crowd?
No idea where the rest of the group is, either. I'm guessing they were killed in the following riot. One for sure is alive, but he immediately requested transfer once we got the young noble settled in. Poor guy, shouldn't have left him with that coat riding with us.
Anyways, I've got a couple more days on my contract, so this place shouldn't grow on me too much before I have to head out.
Now all I have to do is make sure that Mr. Tepesche doesn't get himiself hurt in the next week, and I'm set for a good year or so.
-Galen
So I arrived in Holdine the other day, and much to my chagrin, this place is even worse off than I had originally anticipated. The lower classes seem to pack the streets and are easily riled up by the guards--coats they call them--here.
Anyway, as it turns out I should be thankful that I had been assigned to protect our 'cargo', who turns out to be some kind of foreign-exchange student. I can tell he's a noble, for one he travels in a carriage, and secondly he seems shocked by the fact that I refer to him by his nickname, Satty.
Funny how all the upper classes are alike, eh? Ahh well, he's a good enough kid I guess. Not stuck up and snotty like the rest of 'em. And he's a hell of a lot better than hanging around those damned coats, with their lack of ethics and common courtesy. Did I mention that one punted a kid into a crowd?
No idea where the rest of the group is, either. I'm guessing they were killed in the following riot. One for sure is alive, but he immediately requested transfer once we got the young noble settled in. Poor guy, shouldn't have left him with that coat riding with us.
Anyways, I've got a couple more days on my contract, so this place shouldn't grow on me too much before I have to head out.
Now all I have to do is make sure that Mr. Tepesche doesn't get himiself hurt in the next week, and I'm set for a good year or so.
-Galen
