May....June...????? by Alton | World Anvil

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Sat 10th Jul 2021 04:21

May....June...?????

by Master Chef of Greybeard Castle Alton Brownthorn

Dear Journal,
 
It is getting hard to keep track of time here. The seasons, they do not seem to change. The island seemed like a place beyond our understanding, but beyond the rules of time and space as well perhaps? No one else has seemed to notice. Perhaps it is my naiveté for having not traveled the world as much as my patron would wish me to and perhaps this is somewhat normal to be in a place where every day seems like that last.
 
In any event, that is not why I am writing in you today. Instead I and writing to talk about a new place we found much to the north. A vast city empire ruled by hobgoblins. They seem to treat the goblins as the lesser creatures they are and have built an world upon their backs. I ...I didn't actually get to go in; instead my friend Muk took Gingerman along and both he and Muk told me of the wonders they saw....they told me of the meat muk tasted....gnome feet!!! Have you ever heard of such a thing?. Sold in the city, just normal, not a sin or a crime to hide away from prying eyes. I dare say that they probably serve gob....no no, I mustn't think of that. I kicked that craving...it ...it was awful right? I moved on. Away from the foul goblin meat, and perhaps on to something else.
 
We did on our travel find a strange plant that tasted of the best holiday ham I had every dreamed to cook. I think this plant meat is probably better for me....and yet. I do carve the wonderment of the city of hobgoblins. If they sell gnome feet as common street food, just imagine what the elites are dining on? I must find a way to get us back there and see.
 
I am, however, a bit conflicted . The hobgoblins are clearly slavers. My family was broken up by their kind and I should hate them but in the end, I was sold to a great and promising future wasn't I? This life, my skills, I owe it all to the slavers lest I be some barefoot bumpkin eating spiked fruit jams under a hill somewhere never knowing of the wondrous taste of flesh and blood that the world had to offer. Is that what they offer the lesser goblins too? Which side should I choose to align myself with? I'm not sure where my head is at, but I know it is not pairing well with my heart and neither are telling me the things my hunger is asking me.
 
I do not know what the future of this world will be journal, but I will try to be less of a stranger.