It was normal within his barracks. His old collection though, shows a hint of another wise different mind. It's locked within a journal within the secret compartment of his sleeping bay.
"The previous likes of a castle with plenty of people murmuring poison behind my back, a vision of mistrust. Conspiracy was neolgised to hinder and sow division between the three kinds. All that dissenter artifice, to help the opulent."
He knows that a handshake deal is not enough
He knows that a handshake deal is not enough