Today sucks so much, I've been poked, prodded, hit with a staff and verbally abused all day.

Apparently the head wizard or whatever his title is hates me for being here. His favorite apprentice hurt herself summoning my work bag and I. Yeah, I got to bring my dingy old backpack with me somehow. I'd rather have my wife with me but I can't un-choose my work bag. Sad [https://www.royalroadcdn.com/public/smilies/sad.png]

I haven't actually met this great wizard yet, but his guards are Henri and Gus. They're not gentlemen at all.

I spent the time before they came for me inspecting my stuff. I guess I'll be able to put my thoughts down in this beat up old phone for a while since I have my solar charger, I have no idea if this works but I'm hoping my wife sees these updates and knows I miss her.

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I learned some stuff today though, I'm in some kind of republic. There's a Senate that makes up the ruling class, and the country is named Ferg.

I'm not sure if any of this is right though, when the guards speak the lips don't match what I hear. It's like a badly dubbed movie and it's a bit unsettling. I couldn't quote anyone if I wanted to, they understand me though, even if they don't acknowledge my request to go home.

Oh, almost forgot. I'm in a dungeon, not the monster kind, the prison kind. I've got a pair of ratty pants now and my hoodie from my work bag. I guess that's my uniform now.

I hate this place. The food is like a nasty potato soup and a brick they claim is bread. The toilet is the worst thing I've ever seen, it's a wooden seat over a hole and I can't seem to stop having to use it. Was I drugged? :/

I'm not sure why I'm here and nobody is saying if they know; hopefully they won't confiscate my stuff...