Brother Steven
Trouble at the Tavern
Dear Journal,
Today's dreadful events went as such: It was the morning of my second day in the town of Fagimburg. On my way out of the tavern, I nearly tripped over a group of guards waiting outside my door as if they were ready to pounce. They held weapons and wore both navy uniforms and unpleasant expressions!
"Er, can I help you gentlemen?" I inquired, trying desperately to sound calm.
"Yup! That's your man, guards!" Rasped a stranger in black attire.
"Are you Zenas Abbington?" A surly voice from one who seemed to be the leader of the troops called out.
"Um... yes?" I could not deny it.
"Then you are under arrest!"
"Oh dear, but-but, what for?" This news shocked me!
"Conspiracy. Are you gonna come quietly?"
The options raced through my head and the urge to panic was strong! I could easily outpace the guards, as I was a good runner. But that would only solidify any suspicion of my supposed guilt!
Finally, reason caught up with my swimming head. I nodded and descended the stairs.
I shall write again when events play out. Thankfully you, my journal, were tucked inside my pocket, well-concealed - or this stay in the city prison cell would have been quite dull indeed!
Zenas Abbington
More to come! Hope you guys like it! ~Brother Steven
Trouble at the Tavern
Dear Journal,
Today's dreadful events went as such: It was the morning of my second day in the town of Fagimburg. On my way out of the tavern, I nearly tripped over a group of guards waiting outside my door as if they were ready to pounce. They held weapons and wore both navy uniforms and unpleasant expressions!
"Er, can I help you gentlemen?" I inquired, trying desperately to sound calm.
"Yup! That's your man, guards!" Rasped a stranger in black attire.
"Are you Zenas Abbington?" A surly voice from one who seemed to be the leader of the troops called out.
"Um... yes?" I could not deny it.
"Then you are under arrest!"
"Oh dear, but-but, what for?" This news shocked me!
"Conspiracy. Are you gonna come quietly?"
The options raced through my head and the urge to panic was strong! I could easily outpace the guards, as I was a good runner. But that would only solidify any suspicion of my supposed guilt!
Finally, reason caught up with my swimming head. I nodded and descended the stairs.
I shall write again when events play out. Thankfully you, my journal, were tucked inside my pocket, well-concealed - or this stay in the city prison cell would have been quite dull indeed!
Zenas Abbington
More to come! Hope you guys like it! ~Brother Steven