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Magistrate Jarvis snorted and said, "Arkie'd be better off
sticking to his shoe business. People don't have a need to
read or write all that much. A little bit of knowledge goes a
long way."
I was going to ask what he meant by that, but he looked
at my satchel and asked about that, too, and I said it was just
to hold all my papers.
Jarvis sighed and said, "You'd better be getting on out
now. Try not to get yourself killed before nightfall," and I
promised, and he let me go.
I was almost out the door when I remembered what you
wanted, so I turned around and said, "Can I ask just one
question?"
Jarvis was heading back to bed, but he groaned and
said, "If it means I can get to sleep afterward, sure,
anything."
So I took out my papers and my pen and tried to
remember the question, and I asked him, "Do you think the
gods did right when they sank Istar to preserve the balance
of the world and to protect the freedoms of will, thought,
and action among all beings?"
Jarvis stood real still for a while, which made me a bit
uneasy, and I slowly began to roll up my papers in case I
had to run for it. His face got old and white, and his black
moustache looked droopy and dark, but he only said, "Why
would you ask me such a damned foolish question as that?
By the Abyss and its dragons, no, that wasn't good at all.
The gods ruined everything for us. Istar had evil on the run.
We had those goblins and minotaurs and other scum in our
grip, and we were smashing down the wizards' towers right
and left
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