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Carana's students got their exam results today and they all passed - so she could stay at home with good conscience.
Tartek wanted to talk to me. He said that he was no longer having a fight with his wife - for now at least - and they're the happiest couple again. Also he told me he wants a day off tomorrow, which I owe him of course, so I said that it was no problem and insisted on him staying at home for even two days. But he declined, saying that he didn't want to get into a fight with his wife again... Scarlat had no news for me, although he said that a new beer got invented and he just had received his first shipment. Well, that's good news! Although at the bank something was rather strange today, I'll try to reconstruct the discussion I had with the new employee. I went into the pretty old bank building and walked to the free counter. The new employee greeted me with a cold grin. "Good day, Sir Sivand, how are we feeling today?" "We? Well, I'm alright, thank you," I mumbled, a bit confused about how he knew my name. I put the brown bag on the counter in front of him. "I'd like to add this to my account." "Inconceivable," he said. "What?" I blinked. "That bag! It must be 100 years old, if not more!" he continued. "Well, that's rather interesting, but I'm really more concerned about what's actually in it. Can you add the money to my account?" I wanted to be at home for Carana as soon as possible. I was sure she was already starving, as I forbid her to cook for us, I wanted to do that this time. The banker touched the bag, as if he just couldn't believe that it was real. He turned it around, and even took a magnifying glass out of his pocket and looked at the cloth. "Amazing," he whispered. "What?" I kind of grew impatient. "This should belong into my collection, not into filthy hands like yours!" He was still examining the bag. "I beg your pardon?" "Ah, I'm sorry, Sir Sivand." He finally looked up and removed the glass. "How do you know my name anyway?" I asked. "Well, I'm your banker, I'm supposed to know my clients, don't you think?" "I suppose so, but you are new here, right?" "Yes, you could say that. I'll be right back." He took the bag and went through a door somewhere in the back. A few moments later he appeared again with the empty bag. "Would you mind if I keep that bag?" he asked with a blending smile on his face. "Why are you so interested in a simple bag?" "Oh, I guess I just like bags. I have a whole collection of these at home. My wife loves them too!" I sighed. "Alright, you can have it, if it's that important to you. But I want something in return." "So?" The banker was visibly annoyed. "Yes, I want you to ask clients if they had any recent experiences with the Insomida Jail. I heard they imprison people and then release them again with the simple excuse that it all happened due to some sort of confusion." The banker raised his eyebrows. "So, can we call it a deal?" I asked. "Alright, that's the least I could do for you, Sir Sivand!" He bowed. "Thank you very much, I wish you a pleasant day." I shook his hand and left the building. Whatever was up with that bag, that banker gave me the creeps. Just like this journal here. Maybe I should just spill lemon juice over all the empty pages here and heat it up above a candlelight. I might find a treasure map or even better yet, the story of the criminal who was in fact a woman imprisoned for drawing fake treasure maps and leading people to death. Or maybe it would just smell like lemon forever and nothing else would happen. Well, maybe my entries would dissolve as well. I think I'm getting tired, my mind starts to dissolve too. I wish myself a good night, since no one else is awake anymore. Good night, Antaran! |
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