I met Virosa again at the Tendora's Tit paga den, thinking to perhaps beseech her into letting me stay in her small hovel down in the basement there. I don't much care for the cramped quarters, nor the serpents that are housed in a small cage. And yet it is preferable to returning home again to the Magician's house, where I fear to meet the lady Scribe all in black again. For I am ill at ease in her presence of late, and I believe she has no good intentions toward me anymore.
Virosa was with a man I have not seen before in these parts, making preparations to leave.. Ar, I think. I was bereaved over this small fact, as if someone I loved were about to die. Virosa did not wish for me to call her by that name anymore. "Call me Amanita now," she said. Virosa does not even exist, and yet my mind played tricks on me as I stood before this same woman and spoke with her face to face.
She promised to return for me soon. I shall be counting the nights til then, as Temis, I'm quite sure, has innumerable plans for my subsequent days.
