"Thanks for the fun time." She waves.

I'm glad it was fun for you. Don't get me wrong, the sex was fine. She was... flexible to say the least. The problem is me. The problem is always with me. I have rotted on this desolate planet for years and years, oh and years. I have lost complete knowledge of days and things relating to time.

Everyone, except for me, walks this earth with a given lifespan. Everyone will run out of luck. Whether it be elf, ogre, dwarf, dragon borne, or any other, there time will come. I'm so fucking jealous. In my younger days, I would have jumped for joy. I was carless back then. I'm still carless. Those who have one life should not be so carless as me. They should treasure it.

I don't get the luxury of appreciating life. Life to me is meaningless because it is infinite. I have been wasted on this earth for quite a long time. I have no end and that's what makes me boring. Those who look at immortality like a blessing, in fact everyone does. They believe in immortality, but they should believe in mortality.

I look around. I now every street in Emon. I know every corner. I care not about meeting people. I feel the wind tug around my horns. I care not about the affairs of this city. I do not understand why I'm still alive. Why did the ritual fail? It wasn't supposed to be like this.