The harvest had been dismally poor and not only that, when he had sent the Clerics to collect the goods from the outer Duchies, they had come back wit... half what they normally did or nothing at all.Apparently, last year’s plague had reached their cities. Several of the Duchies wouldn’t let his people or people fleeing Justini enter their newly walled cities. Not that he could blame them, even though he did. He hadn’t answered their pleas for help, so they had helped protect themselves by. There was a large four poster bed up against the wall, a dining table, a work desk, a walk in closet, and enough chairs and couches to seat twelve people comfortably. Right across from the bed was a large fireplace built into the wall and a crackling fire licking at some logs as a warm and gentle heat spread through the rest of the room. This was a massive upgrade from the tiny broom closet he had been living in before and he realized there was actually too much space. There was only one person. And after the war, his country continued to use his talents in the CIA, though no one in his family was aware of that fact. Even after he left “The Company” and lived quietly on his government retirement, everybody in the family actually thought what he had done to earn that pension involved inspecting turbines of some kind. He never talked about them because he said they were boring.But that’s a very long story, and its full telling is for another book. The point is that Patrick’s life had. " She said."Whose the current one?" I asked"who cares, shes a cunt anyway, besides like I said doesn't concern me, besides I like living with you mortals." She said."You guys don't live with people?" I asked."Well we do, but its all veiled in secrecy and bs, the whole working in a doughnut shop trying to get my nursing degree, oh and living in Idin's territory is a huge no no." She said."Wait your going to be a nurse?" I asked."Yeah can you think of a better way to get access to dying people?".