| Sunday, December 4th, 2005 - 12:00 AM |
'This is a waste of time,' thought Arren.
He had been sitting in this 'enlightening' pose for what seemed like hours, and he was no closer to calming his thoughts. Indeed the only thing he'd accomplished was a serious cramping in his thighs.
"Take your brother's dagger. Meditate upon it. You must achieve calm." Useless instruction for a useless activity.
In vain, Arren shifted his weight, trying to find a more comfortable position. 'Inner peace be damned,' he thought. 'Give me a problem I can hit!'
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