Diary of Endelle Stroth - 23.05.2270
Per my previous entry, I’ve been so preoccupied with inadvertently becoming a citizen of the Ele that I’ve failed to appreciate - until now - the more remarkable part of my situation. As this nameless vessel carries me deeper into rainbow nebulae and among half-formed celestial bodies, I am struck by a profound sense of privilege. how many others have ventured into the Ele Dominion before me? We now know why fewer still have returned. Is this what I dreamt of while dusting shelves in the Museum? Even if functional ego death is imminent… well, I’m glad I got to witness this first.
Of course, I’m not alone. I share these quarters’ small lounge area with Tren Krellos, the bounty hunter attempting to claim the price on my head. The self-proclaimed Gunmetal Gyre is not easy to be around, and when he confronted me last night, I feared for my safety. But Krellos wasn’t in attack mode. Quite the opposite, in fact. He told me frankly that, while he still intended to bring me in eventually, there was no sense in fighting while we were under the auspices of the Ele. He said he would “look me up” after whatever happens on El-Kera. I don’t know whether to feel reassured or even more threatened by this, but it has at least made the journey easier. We had breakfast together this morning, discussing our respective travels at length.
Krellos has surprised me; maybe he’ll do so again by the time this is over.
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