Three hundred and thirty seven days, fourteen hours and twelve minutes. That's how long I have lived in this cage of stone and steel, and hateful servitude. I have known the servitude for much longer, although I have just recently learned to hate it. It was this hate that led me to this place, to the halls of the Free Soldiers of Sebastia. It did not matter much, for these halls were just another venue for them to abuse me. I was no stranger to their schedule, for every minute of my waking life was and still is mapped out for me, and even some of my sleeping time, although I probably could only manage a few hours of sleep a week. It didn't impact my work, though. Their drugs and magic could keep me up for weeks at a time. All of that was unnecessary, as the device embedded into my wrist could emblazon any man. I looked down at my hand, as if to reaffirm its existence, and there it was, wedged into my skin, an obstruction.
It was a small, blue orb that was affixed onto a small golden mo