Al Q'Mess

Al Q'mess rereads the note in his hand before casting his vote. More power for the Crimson Edict, more potential power for me he thinks to himself.

Al Q'mess pokes his head out the door, letter in hand. Finding the Hall empty, he hobbles down to Naffog's room and knocks once. He waits only a moment before sliding the letter under the door and hobbling back to his room. When opened: PS: Application

"I am loyal to myself and myself alone. Say one thing and do another. That, that is the way to live. That is how I will amass my fortune. For now though, I will call them my Brothers and I will call them my Sisters. When the time comes, I will make my exit just as I entered." "The Oren military is something to admire. Incredibly mobile and massive. I should probably see about picking a few books about tactics and warfare. I may be able to climb the ranks of this legion, up from a lowly courier to that of a high ranking commander who oversees armies of his own. Maybe one day. But for now, sleep." The journal is returned back to its chest and hidden under piles and piles of other books. The chest is then locked. Bear with me with spelling/grammar mistakes. I'm also trying to come up with a writing style that fits Al Q'mess' personality while also fitting into a medieval style of grammar. I want to continue revealing his personality and motives slowly.

Al Q'mess places the sealed letter on the front desk and wearily makes his way down the stairs and out towards the docks. WHEN OPENED:

Al Q'mess places the letter on the desk closest to the entrance and quickly leaves, headed back towards the Arethor stables. WHEN OPENED:

Third entry. I'll slow down and only update after a big event.