All of the above:
“To receive a toise soup you must first chop a hard boiled egg very fine in the bottom of your plate. Then you squeeze into the egg the juice of half a lemon, and pour into it, also, a teaspoon full of mellow old Otard brandy from a bottle, which furnishes you a drink at the same time. The egg is to prepare the plate, and the drink is to prepare the stomach.
Then your plate is filled with soup, and while the egg struggles from the bottom to float on the surface, you lay aside all earthly thoughts, forgive all your enemies, and forget all your creditors and put a teaspoon full of it into your mouth. Then you remove the spoon and shut your eyes, and your soul, on the wings of sensuous thought, passes outward into lotus land, and for a time you are lost in a dream that is so still, so perfect, and so all absorbing that you wish, lazily and sadly, it might never end.
But you swallow the soup and open your eyes, discover that the face of nature is unchanged, and then, your intellect having reasserted its sway, you conclude that the toise, like the swan, yields its only perfect symphony in its death.”
I was writing that addition to the codex last night, and apparently it was not a moment too soon…
Exactly, your mental processing speed was increased to such an extent that the world started to slow down around you. Not something you can just switch on and off.
The noble path as yet has the most traumatic introduction, so yes your body has expended a great deal of energy in a short space of time, and now there is a bill to collect. By the morning most of the damage will be repaired and the only proof you’ll have of your hardship is a powerful need for breakfast.
You will be assigned a personal chambermaid, who frankly you can order to bugger off at your own leisure.
That’s certainly something I take very seriously. The notion that a created world must exist outside of the story you wish to tell in it is vital in my opinion. Others might disagree and state that everything you place into a story must serve some purpose, like a rifle placed on the stage in act one that must be fired by the end of act two.
I believe that a world has to function on at least some level long before you determine the story that takes place inside it.
Nevertheless I’m very appreciative of the compliment.
I worked very hard to give a veneer of love and respectability to Lady Calinas, because originally the problem was that I couldn’t imagine any scenario where the MC would stay with her.
Essentially the three paths boil down to a single moment where you decide what motivates your character the most.
Lady Calinas gives you an order. Come to me and you’ll be safe, cared for and wealthy beyond your wildest dreams.
Arinthas demands that you follow him because you have a purpose far and above the petty squabbles around you, and offers answers to any questions you might imagine about the world and your place in it.
Radjack doesn’t have any orders or demands whatsoever. He offers you a hand freely. The only thing he can offer is love, for your past self and possibly your contemporary self.