This is getting nowhere.
Hmph. Father's probably seething right now. I wonder how many peasants he's tossed into the snake pit this week. It's already been four days since the whelp's eighteenth, and I still don't have any leads. I don't know why I've stayed here this long, perhaps I had some vain hopes that he would return, or that someone around here would actually be of some use to me. Father never should have allowed that boy to leave the country, really. Damn it, it was supposed to only last one year, not four! I know his manipulative bitch of a mother talked him into letting him go, otherwise we wouldn't be having this problem right now. Of course, I somehow feel as if there might be quite a few problems that would not exist if it weren't for that damned Raura woman.
This festival only makes this place even more of a ridiculous zoo, but it might prove to make up for that if some of the people who've come from out of town have seen any sign of the brat. Then maybe I at least would have a direction to go in, and I can stop wasting time in this dump.
Pity I can't just set a trap for him here. That tends to only work if it is possible to make sure the prey sees the lure.
This festival only makes this place even more of a ridiculous zoo, but it might prove to make up for that if some of the people who've come from out of town have seen any sign of the brat. Then maybe I at least would have a direction to go in, and I can stop wasting time in this dump.
Pity I can't just set a trap for him here. That tends to only work if it is possible to make sure the prey sees the lure.