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'''Title: Axel's Diary'''

'''Author: Axel Bitworth'''
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The days of the large 
accounts and the glory of 
the bustle and busy 
streets of the West 
Britain Bank have long 
been past us, but it 
seems of late that ever 
more of our clients have 
been closing their 
accounts or falling into 
debt and disrepair. Even 
some of the more 
prominent nobles are 
finding their accounts 
falling slightly short of 
their usual wages these 
days.

There was an attempted 
robbery yesterday that 
prompted a revising and a 
new vision for our own 
security measures here at 
the bank. It seems that 
the scalawag who 
attempted it was once an 
employee who had lost his 
wages and fallen severely 
into debt by gambling his 
wages away at some den 
of sin and iniquity. The 
ruffian was remanded into 
custody of the guard and 
I hope they punish him to 
the full extent for his 
transgressions.

Yet another of our 
clients was forced to 
have their assets seized 
due to an unpaid debt on 
a loan they took out. At 
least this one didn’t get 
violent like some of the 
last few, and went quietly 
on his way as we 
reclaimed what we could 
to recoup our losses. It’s 
a shame that more of 
those in his situation 
couldn’t at least maintain 
their dignity and act with 
a bit of honor in their 
dealings.

The guards had to be 
called yet again due to 
an irate customer who 
was asserting that we 
had pressured him into 
taking a loan they 
couldn’t possibly pay 
back. We are not loan 
sharks and his accusations 
were absurd. It’s 
ridiculous that he could 
not take responsibility for 
his own decision to take 
out more money than he 
could pay back in a 
reasonable time. I’m not 
certain why this manner 
of person finds it so 
appealing to think that 
they deserve to have the 
best of everything while 
not working to earn it. 
At least this incident has 
impressed upon the guards 
our need for security, 
and their patrols have 
been changed to reflect 
that.

I was accosted in the 
street by a gang of 
thugs before the guards 
heard my plaintive cries 
for help. Still, the 
lowlifes managed to 
escape with the contents 
of my waistcoat before 
assistance arrived. I’m 
thinking of hiring a 
private set of guards or 
perhaps mercenaries to 
keep myself and the bank 
safe. 

[[Category:The Awakening]]