The master has commanded me to take over opperations while he seals himself away to study in his dusty tomes. I keep these records to remind myself. I know that I shouldn't but this place has changed me and I shall accept my punishment if they are found.
It is difficult to keep track of everything and as the Conclave grows, I find myself ill equipped to handle many of the duties I have been assigned. I have decided to recruit and allocate these tasks to others, it is difficult because this requires trust and that is not something I am permitted to exercise.
I will follow a simple process, if they fail to provide more then they take, then they shall be cut loose. But that in itself comes with problems. Loose ends. At least that is something I am proficient at handling. An assessment of potential assets will be crucial in keeping this to a minimum. So far I have been impressed by those who I have chosen, but I expect I will make a mistake sooner or later.
The Government has granted my request and now commands my services as much as the Magus. I wonder if they truly understand what that means. Vellyn knows what I am and I find our exchanges straight forward, Lujayn on the other hand is more difficult to interact with. I do not know if she will make the hard decisions required of her station. It hardly matters so long as our investments pay off, we are committed now.
In a world of lies it is difficult to see the truth, yet there is one who has seen through my lies, and I know they know the truth. It shouldn't be possible, but perhaps there was some truth in what they said. I am what I was made to be, but this world has broken me. I can not speak up, or I will lose this independence that I have grown accustom to. I know no other way to live and many would kill to have what I have. The work will keep me distracted from such thoughts. I am obedient. What should it matter that things have changed here. The emptiness is being filled with something, but I know not what.
I can only wonder if Mansur sought an escape from this life.
"Live and drink."
Such a simple phrase and one that I have come to enjoy. A precursor to avoiding unnecessary conversation and a means of ending unnecessary conversation.
A rare observation made, a peek behind the curtain; this experiment is designed to keep us blind and occupied. The Sultan is a commendable figure, it is difficult to not respect his ambition. Meanwhile our legates bicker like children. At least it is a profitable system.
Another election and opportunities abound. Dinar shall flow to our pockets as it always does.
Dunstan is up to something. He has earned the benefit of the doubt though. Got to watch out for these liars though, less I be deceived. Maybe he can replace Mansur.
The Gellemede's must be smiling. It is the lies that we tell ourselves and convince us that their true that are the real work of the gods, for how could we be so stupid as to fool ourselves? There is much of this this election season, it tends to bring it out, perhaps this is part of the experiment.
Greed has prevailed and dinar has flowed, baring any complications the Magus will be pleased with our work. Though more and more he is refusing to be seen, what could he possibly be working on. It is not my place to ask, but I find myself more and more in his absence questioning things, that I would not once have considered.
Maybe I can thrive without him.