High and Mighty is pissed.  I got out of the trip, but at what cost?

I took a walk along Riverstreet this morning.  Past the Waving Girl.  She was there.  She looked so sad.  I wanted to reach out to her.  And do what?  Nothing.  Not a damn thing.  Because there is not a damn thing I can do.  I turned around and began walking away.  That's when Gorin found me.

Sometimes it irritates the hell out of me that he knows me so well.  Knows when and where to find me.  Where my haven truly is.  And that he knows her so well, and I can't.  I suspect he knows my secret as well.

But he did a fine job making our remaining stay in the city worth it.  I swear he calls Jagger the player, but he does his fair share of playing as well.  Sometimes it's more entertaining to just sit back and watch.  The sorry SOB is my best friend, so I guess I'll tolerate his sorry ass a little longer.