 Redoran Guard's Note |
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Redoran Guard's Note
A guard has a crisis of faith
For twenty years all I've been is a loyal guard. I do what I'm supposed to, pay my taxes, and pray to the Gods. But they return me no favors.
I pray for riches, and I get guard duty. I pray for a good woman, and I get more guard duty.
Now I'm supposed to deliver this expensive-looking mask to the Temple. Well, it's time I made my own luck. I'm selling the thing to this Imperial I met at the Netch.
I'll just tell the priests the bloody mask got swallowed by a guar, so good luck finding it now.
Twenty years and I've never spoken a lie. They'll have no choice but to believe me.