Entry sixtyn There is tsuika dripled over the rest of the word here
I do not understnad why the executed the man. As if the crimes of his relatvies four hundred years ago runs in his blood. I was disgusted at this display. More disgusted than being inside a crypt, fighting the undead or the demonic beings around, well not all demons are nasty to the sight but non the less. This was a sick event. A damn carnival for the whole family. Disgusting. And that idiot shouting about his Ironlord. The executioner was like no one else I ever seen, I seen people get executed for slacking on their duty or betrayal at army camps....often a very mute, non speaking brute. This one, he was like a show man. As if he would hop on a wagon and head on to Port a Luciné for the newest fad, street corner performer executions. I miss the boring plays and angry looks of Nobles in Port a Luciné. Non the less, the day goes on. I went to the room we so often spoke in, I danced, without a partner. She did teach me at those times when we where alone. I miss her, she was friendly even if it was an act It felt real to me.
I gone from having everything at hand, so close to having nothing. I could lay down and surrender but if I waded in the filth of a swamp for almost a week, to lay down now? Not gonna happen, I will struggle on with my problems. The amount of coin I have, I would have killed to have them years ago back, home. I lost a lot of coin but I still have enough to survive and equip myself with atleast the mundane and standard things one need. I need to struggle on.
But this execution, to hell with it! Disgusting. I live on, I fight on. Damn be If The rest of the sentence is tsuika stained
