Hello again your friendly fish Carpe Diem here. So I have been reading along, so far the ghost writer I hired has done a pretty good job. But there are a couple of things that you should know. First thing, yea if you haven’t guessed it already, I was the homeless man. I first saw Alma a big chuck of her soul was hanging off, the next time she wollowed in self pity it was going to fall of anyway. In case you don’t know, if a piece of your soul falls off it dies, and I mean the big big dead, it is no more. I ripped it off and brought it to Kara Kum to try and save it. I didn’t know it would turn into a window rat, that is: a lost soul.
In Kara Kum they are known as window rats. They are the souls of the living. They sit by these windows and watch the world go by. The head gods and goddess provide for them; food, shelter, clothes. Only the Guru and myself know that they are the souls of the living. Well, now you know, I hope the Guru doesn’t get pissed at me for telling you, but it never told me it was a secret. Anyway, in reality, your world, usaully the people whoes souls are in Kara Kum are considered crazy among the normals. Oddly so are those with two much soul, unless they become artists or Jazz musians.
I’ve drawn you a little map of Kara Kum, it should be on the next page. You can follow Alma’s story along on the map. I’ll also tell you how Pneuma faired in reality, but clearly, you can pretty much guess, she is ill equipt, but it is pretty funny.
I have to go now, tonight is Poker night and I feel lucky.