Stoat - A log

[Stoat]

It is strange to sit here, aboard Dabadoru, looking out into the ice cloud. Memories merge, and I find I am uncertain as to which are mine. Things were not always as they are now.

The room in which I sit falls into darkness as the station rotates. My work here has gone as far as it can, without raising undue awareness. A new Guildmaster has been raised by DeVirgo to take over the running of the Core. It is impossible to tell where things will go from here. Construction on Nauru continues, and as new sites are located and investigated I am able to deflect interest where necessary. The Corsairs are unconcerned at present, with situations in Gamma taking all their attention. The Order also have other concerns. These things serve us well.

It is time for me to leave. I return to Bretonia. A new purpose pushes me forward, and there are many threads to weave. Conflict gives us opportunity. Now we must assure our ascendancy.

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