You say, 'Hail, Karzyn the Dreadgazer'
______. Come closer, closer. Ever closer. Look at me, let me gaze upon you, upon you. Many things I see, I see, many things. I have [seen] much since coming here.
You say, 'What have you seen?'
This place is supposed to be the true Justice, the embodiment of Order itself. Yet, there are [forces] working within this place, forces not working in accord with the Judges.
You say, 'What forces?'
I have seen much, seen much. Jacosh is the Warden here. It is his task to carry out the work that the Judges pronounce it is. Pronounce they, impartial they, judging each to his own, they. Each to his own. Jacosh is [different].
You say, 'How is he different?'
He is not impartial, he is but mortal, mortal. Some judgements of the High Judges, though impartial and fair for the kin of the accused, seem less fair to the mortal eyes of [Jacosh].
You say, 'Who is Jacosh?'
He is short-sighted, short-sighted. He makes his own [judgements].
You say, 'What are his judgements?'
His own judgements, and often they do not agree with the Judges. Sometimes it seems to him that a prisoner is judged too harshly. These he sometimes helps escape, escape. Not the [others].
You say, 'What others?'
Sometimes it seems to him that a prisoner is judged too lightly. With these, the prison walls ring with their screams as torture is performed. So far, he is undetected by the Judges. I see much. I see. . . so much, so much. . .