The Ireem Chronicles

Yesterday while standing close to the knights headquarter and daydreaming, suddenly a loud Splatt !! sound was to be heard, I turned to see what is going on and saw the slaver Ninxy laying unconscious on the floor ! Some people took care of him quickly, bringing him to the physician for a check up.

Two hours later I met him stumbling along the streets of Ireem, his body covered in bandages, he seemed to be far far away in his thoughts. I carefully walked over to interview him about what had happened. What he had to tell was very hard to understand and even harder to believe, I try to recall his exact words here for you, dear reader:

„I… I… who are you? Anyways, some details are still very foggy to me… my head hurts… but I will try and tell you what I do remember. After watching one of my slaves try to pin a rope to another slave’s rear end because she thought she was a cat, that’s another story in its self, I had my normal sip of um… “Miracle Water” I proceed to get slapped, allot, by one of the women in my clan… I’m not sure why… I then decided to take a stroll through Ireem.“

Here he took a sip out of the bottle on his broken peg leg before he continued:

„Ahhh, that’s helps a little, where was I? Oh yes, I was at one of the highest towers in Ireem looking down with my old spyglass for… some… uh, well that’s not what this story is about, when I was taken by surprise by one of the, well if you call her a “Knight”, knights of Ireem. I spun around and went to grab my blade but she already had hers drawn and at my throat. I asked “what you going to arrest a crippled peg-leg for?” she responded with “Arrest?“

Ninxy suddenly looked like feeling real dizzy, perhaps from the blood loss: “I’m ok… I think…I can’t remember much after that other than hurdling from the sky towards a crowd in front of the Knight’s Headquarter. After violently slamming into the ground I was looted of all my *coughs* “Miracle Water” by the Bedouin sluts. You were there… I remember your face….“

I agreed and told him, that I saw him laying there on the ground, almost dead and asked him if he should not be at the knights headquarter to report this inconceivable brutal act of voilence ! He winced and mumbled „I won’t…I won’t tell…because it was Milly, their captain who tried to murder me”, right after speaking those words he vomitted blood on the street and I got pushed to the side by a group of people, all worried about his health.

Dear reader, I hereby assure you, I tried my very best to get back to the man to investigate this accusation some more but the crowd just didnt let me ! Totally overreacting because of the little blood he was vomitting, they even yelled at me and called me nosey reporter !

Anyway, these are the facts for now, I am still shocked and cannot believe what I heard. Did the slaver speak the truth or did he knock his head so hard, that he doesnt remember the incident correctly anymore ? We will see, what Miss Milly will bring as her defense !