“When will I have my beautiful days record keeper?
When will i have my beautiful walks?
When will sublime perfection be given to me?
When will I be loved just because?”
“My Lord, you seem to lack what it takes to be easily loved.”
“Good looks? Money?”
“Luck, Lord Akoroth. You are unlucky.”
“Rubbish. I am very lucky Record keeper…”
“Yes you certainly are. Always late yet you never miss anything. Always lazy yet you have everything. Always fooled yet never outplayed.”
“True true. I am indeed blessed…”
“My Lord, all that luck must balance out somewhere…”
“Record Keeper. That’s horse shit…”
“Well then you are unloveable my Lord.”
“Errr…I believe I am unlucky Record keeper.”
“Indeed you are my lord. Indeed you are.”