Log Entry 7 - Pride Goeth Before a Fall
Location: The Unlucky Pony
Objective: Finding Information
This morning, in the bright red glow of the sunrise, I came to a realization. These people in the so-called higher end of the Empire’s Doormat are nothing more than miserly old autocrats and businessmen whose extreme pride and self-esteem does not allow them to even look at a person of a lower social class than they. But with pride comes a price. Prideful persons are more likely to dismiss those little, seemingly insignificant things which may eventually return and strike down them and their materialistic fantasies. Someone once questioned whether pride is a fault or a virtue: I suggest fault. As an old adage says, pride goes before a fall.
To keep my mission from being impeded, I eventually moved to the lower section of the Empire’s Doormat. I would call this area a slum, but there are a few buildings which are not in total disrepair. An old printing shop was what caught my attention, mostly because of the brightly-painted sign above its door reading: The Beacon. It was a distinctive name for a newspaper, especially when compared to the next nearest establishment, Little Stone Salvage. Other nearby signs advertised for book stores, tea shops, a bakery, and even a detective service. I will make a note to stay clear of that one. I do not need detectives poking their noses into my business.
I began asking the few civilians who were on the streets questions about the persons I seek. Most scurried away like frightened little mice, the exact opposite of the reaction I’d received in the Business District. Am I really so frightening? Hmmm-hmmm…it appears so. Perhaps the bright colours of my dress and umbrella are what scared them off.
Finally, one person told me that the Resistance workers might know of whom I spoke. When I asked how to contact them, she pointed at a child who wore a red beret, saying that the workers always wore a hat like that, or at least a badge with the letter ‘R’ on it.
Intriguing. My path always leads back to these rebels in some way. Thus far, they seem to only be a faint disturbance to the Empire, hardly even making a ripple on the surface. But if there is a ripple, there must be something that causes it. The source beneath the water is what intrigues me--something that the Emperor does not want anyone to see. As I said before, a seemingly insignificant thing may eventually return with a vengeance. The Emperor should be smart enough to see this, but I suspect that his pride in his “unshakable” realm may blind him to it.