Zamorak
I was relieved when Zaros assigned me to the post of warden of the Senntisten asylum. Unlike Zemouregal or Hazeel, I do not particularly care for the bloodlust of open combat. My preferred battlefield is the mind where I root out those dark secrets that haunt us all, be they the loftiest Cthonian duke to the lowliest human.
Yet of all my patients, it is my fellow Mahjarrat who make for the most fascinating of specimens.
Take the Praetorius Legatus, for example. Like the more militant of my kind, Zamorak possesses a temper that could make the volcanic hellscape of home seem temperate. These days he often finds himself in my office, often complaining about the lethargy sweeping over the Empire. He claims the Mahjarrat have grown complacent and decadent these past centuries. The fact that Zaros seldom engages in military conquest personally, preferring to give marching orders from the shadows, only adds to the Praetorius Legatus frustrations.
On the rare occasions I broach the subject of Zaros, I must do so delicately. During his last outburst Zamorak wound up destroying the mahogany desk that I had imported from Karamja at considerable expense.
I seem to have made some headway in our recent session however. When discussing his frustrations of the military’s mundanity I broached the subject of taking up a hobby.
“Why not consider gardening?” I suggested. “Many of my patients find it a way to relax and unwind. Growing cabbages is a great way to get started.”
He stared at me with a baleful glance, muttering incomprehensible nonsense about how the cabbage have eyes. I quietly jotted down potential Lachanophobia on my notepad.
“At the very least consider setting yourself a goal?” I carefully continued, not wanting to buy a new desk. “Something that can really challenge you to reach new heights?”
He gave me a long look then flashed a wide smile. “You know what? I think you might have a point, Dr. Nabor. Thanks for setting me straight.”
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Your friendly, neighborhood anthropologist
22-Feb-2021 22:28:48