Kallamar’s Totally Not Suspicious Journal

Aym and Baal had no reason to suspect Kallamar of anything.

…Until Baal found a small, blue-covered book tucked neatly under Kallamar’s pillow.

“Aym, look at this,” Baal said, flipping through the pages. “It’s a journal.”

Aym leaned over, raising a brow. “He writes? Kallamar?”

Baal shrugged. “Guess so.”

Aym smirked. “You gonna read it?”

Baal hesitated. “It’s… private.”

Aym snatched it from his hands. “And?” He flipped to a random page and cleared his throat dramatically.

"Day 47 of my cruel and unjust suffering under Narinder’s rule."

Aym burst out laughing. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Baal sighed but leaned in as Aym read on.

"This wretched existence knows no mercy. Once, I was a mighty Bishop. Now, I scrub floors like a commoner, my hands aching, my heart weeping."

Baal covered his mouth, holding back a laugh.

"Today, Narinder mocked me again. I do not recall what I did to deserve it—perhaps merely existing is enough to warrant his cruelty."

Aym grinned. “I mean, yeah.”

"I long for freedom, yet I must suffer, bound by duty, forced to smile as I am trampled beneath the paw of a merciless tyrant—"

Aym cut off, wheezing. “He’s so dramatic! It’s like a tragedy novel.”

Baal flipped to the most recent entry.

"I stubbed my toe today. It was Narinder’s fault. I hate him. He put the pillar there just so I stub my toe. He must be tracking every step I take!! How else would he know I walk there every day? Maybe he's watching me write this right now. Are you, Narinder? If so, then you're a big ~piece of shit~ Never mind, I'd prefer not to get executed."

Silence.

Then, Aym collapsed laughing. “Oh—oh, we have to mess with him. Imagine if he finds out we read this!”

Baal smirked. “Oh, I’ve got ideas.”

Kallamar was never going to live this down.