I hate my cellmate.
With a burning passion.
I honestly don’t know why anyone would think it would be a fine idea to throw a perfectly normal guy who maybe gets a little too heated in arguments about food politics (because, honestly, “aggravated assault” is a little too strong a phrase for what I did) with some magi from who-knows-where in for running some kind of secret illegal stand selling poison that ended up in some magic river and made messed up hybrid monsters.
He’s annoying. He tried to talk to me fairly early on but he sounded pretty crazy, telling stories about some kind of magic love potions until I snapped at him to shut up and a guard came over to yell at both of us. I didn’t find out any of that stuff may be true until I heard some guards talking about him as they passed by. I still don’t want to hear about it any from him though. He talks to himself sometimes and it's frustrating but there’s not much I can do about it. Anyone from Alveus knows not to make magi angry.
He’s always doing weird stuff in the corner. I can see him now, hunched over, muttering to himself and rummaging around in his pocket for something- what is that? A note? I wonder why he’s writing one of those. I can’t imagine he would have anyone to talk to as weird and obnoxious as he is, and besi— HOLY ___ is that a GIANT SNAKE?? NONONONOO ONO