1st Hammer, 1360 DR (5042 OC)
“There is only so much entertainment that unlimited wealth can purchase.” -H Darger
It was this thought which entered my brain and refused to leave at the last family function I attended, the celebration of the Winter Solstice. Although the evening was one which ninety-nine percent of Realmspace would sever a limb to attend: bards, orators, tragedians, dignitaries, no less than twelve open bars, a twenty-six course feast, and hours of utter boredom.
For instance, on my right was a wealthy duchess, (is there any other type?) who was more interested in the contents of my galligaskins than in the exquisitely crottled greep on the plate before her. On my left, her husband, the 75th Duke of Boringdale or some such province, regaling me with tales of the thrill-a-moment world of multi-planar, inter-species chartered accountancy. Directly across from me sat their daughter, a succulent, doe-eyed ingenue whose interest to me was lost at about the same time as her innocence. (In the cloak room, just before the appetizers were served.) I feigned fanatic interest in every topic thrown my way during the course of the evening, all the while plotting my escape.
The following morning I gathered some canvas and pigments, a few treasured volumes of poetry, a choice bottle of wine and some cheese and bread, (a gentleman should never be denied a good meal due to the inconsistencies of travel,) and set off to find my own path in this world. (Of course, only after duly expressing my deepest appreciation to the duchess for a very stirring climax to an otherwise dreary evening!) After a small withdrawal from the “Family Emergency Fund,” I realized there was only one place suitable to seek the thrill of adventure: that seething anthill which has hung above my head for most of my life like the Sword of Damocles.
After a short recce I installed myself at Lucille’s House, one of the Rock’s finer bagnios, with the intent of improving my artistic skills both as a painter and as an escort de femme. I leave it to time to judge the former, the latter I leave up to the fairer sex.