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You had to read through the letter several times: first to get a proper grasp on its contents with your stilted knowledge of modern language, then a double and triple take in disbelief.
You've been invited to… a feast? For… "exemplary service and leadership in times of great peril and need". What does that even mean? Sure doesn't sound like anything you've been doing, holed up in this little corner of what once was Senntisten, two ages ahead of where you belong.
You dug up a gladius at the Dig Site yesterday. That's about the most interesting thing that's happened to you the whole month.
You can't recall having done anything that counted as leadership — given your general temperament, the associates learned to stop putting you on their research teams quickly enough. Service? Sure, you nominally "serve" the Archaeology Guild, but you know very well that you're only really doing it for yourself — for your morbid curiosity about what happened to everyone you know and love, and not to mention your salary.
And "times of great peril and need"? Please. You've lived through times like that… several thousand years ago. The Fifth Age, in comparison, is a breeze.
Hmm. Come to think of it…
Could the "Reservists for Devoted Brethren" that sent you this letter know about your Third Age origins? Perhaps, but you’re not sure how. No one at the dig site seems to have any suspicions (barring that one beardy redhead, who you've been meaning to investigate further); there's Aris, of course, but she reads all of Gielinor’s secrets as if they were in the morning paper.
Well… if Aris can know all that she does, maybe she's not the only one. She’s harmless, but someone else with that level of information may well be significantly less so — and considering that is enough to bring on some serious second thoughts.
There's a second piece of paper in the envelope. You could check it out; as annoying and time-consuming as reading "Common" is for you, maybe it has details that might change your mind on all this.
… or you could spend your day off zoning out, thinking back on where you came from and how you got here.
| Zone Out |
| Read It |