That night, I couldn't sleep. I flailed and fought my blankets for hours trying to get comfortable. I couldn't. Eventually, I flopped to my back and stared at the gossamer canopy above me.
I had said that I wanted to handle the Nolanar situation but here I was indebted to this 'Collective'. In the past, I would have had to rely on Thomas, but I had this system now. I'd thought things would be different, but I still needed someone else to solve my problems. This infuriated me.
I sat upright. I didn't have to take this; I wasn't powerless anymore.
Jumping out of bed, I quickly dressed and packed a bag with my letterbox and a change of clothes. I strapped my dagger belt to my waist and threw my cloak over myself.
My gaze then fell on my ring of illusions. With a heavy sigh, I placed it in my trunk. Then, sitting at the desk, I wrote three letters, one to High Lord Volanti, one to Kane, and one to Lord Glade. Then I left. I slipped away silently and unrecognized.
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