Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

With each question, the lackey becomes more and more frightened, but he holds on with all his might. He is just over a meter seventy tall, with gray eyes, a narrow jaw, and an ordinary, unremarkable chin.
-- Ralph. Is this what life is all about? I'm content. Well, when they're not too old or sick, I guess. I like beer, and when the regent holds feasts. A son was born a year ago, and so far, praise the void, he's alive... Probably not. Let there be resilience... The void exists, we all came from it and will return to it, it is everywhere, and it must be respected. Beer and roasted pork. I'm afraid of them; they're poisonous. I... That can't be, I'll probably faint. If not, I'll take it to the regent.