It is in the place of my namesake I must spend at least what is worth two days of each lunar quarter. It is without the sun here, which I think seems strange since our goddess is one of the sky but I do trust the priests. But the dark surely is much to bear, though the glow from the water and the torchlight does help and some of our plants even give of a faint show of light. I am told it is my honor to tend the plants of Theristrut, as beset by my birth. Milk must be attended to the leaves, honey to the soil, and water down along the stalk. This being a solitary chamber brings solitary company at time but luckily my maidens as friends are allowed to come each 3rd day. Although I hear in time this will not be a lone place, there are talks of expanding into other chambers, even for my distant descendant to make this place his house of death, so that it may be blessed by both god and god-king. Sounds dreadful, but I pay it no mind, I simply look forward to the end of the season when I able to leave this place.
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By the way there is this lovely young officer who has been stationed here to watch me from my father's guard. I have seen him share eyes with me though he quickly darts those black beads away in embarrassment. However once when I caught him and I giggled with my voice first and my eyes second I saw the curl of a smile rise on his face.
What other stories, tales, and histories await in Ankrahmun... Dura Staff
