Cecil yawned. Between his own personal work and his mandatory Rune Knight work, he didn't know if he was going to be able to stay up this entire night. About three hours had already passed and nothing had happened. The young Desiertan fished into his pocket as he walked around the Caravan he was meant to guard. Apparently, this Augustus was afraid that someone was attempting to steal his prized goods. Honestly, Cecil had assumed that his client was just a bit paranoid at this point, but he couldn't blame him really for being worried. People were losing their marbles lately. The current condition of the country only helped in bringing more chaotic men and women to the surface. People were pillaging, stealing, fighting, killing and far far worse all throughout Fiore.
Although Cee hated to admit it, the only reason he was alive was that his family had the money for protection. So, alive and well, the Politician Knight circled the Caravan. He hated this type of work, it didn't suit him. He was hardly paying attention anyway because he was far too busy crushing the nuggets of marijuana in his palm. It didn't take long for the herb to be completely crushed, and after he reached into his pocket to grab the last piece of Fronto leaf that he had. It was dry and ready to be crushed into the crushed marijuana that he held. Soon Cee had been rolling the third spliff of his shift. Yes, his third. "Hmm, Hmm, Hmm." he hummed happily as he placed the spliff to his lips. Marijuana was the key to soul healing. Not only did it make you high and relaxed, but it also helped many people with their medical issues. Cecil would never understand the hate around the herb. Believe it or not, many of these nobles and rich mother fuckers did other dangerous drugs.
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