The eudaemonics of Ignorance
Summer 1, 518 AV
Summer 1, 518 AV
If ignorance is bliss, then was knowledge misery? Once again cursing his lack of education Hwyn glared at a poster that had appeared outside the manor. Large black letters looked down at him imposingly. He Frowned. There was something to be said for shame, and one would think that a slave wouldn’t have much pride but it still irked him to admit that he had no knowledge of the runes people used to write down their knowledge.
However, the signage looked important enough that he felt compelled to learn whatever it was saying. Casting a glance about he wondered if anyone else appeared to be reading the sign, he figured if someone else took interest in it he might be able to ask them what it said but he lacked the courage to actually ask a passerby what the sign said at all. The resulting quandary left him standing off to the side of the sign looking from it to the people passing by it nervously waiting on someone to read it so that he could pester him.
However his lack of social tact did leave him looking perhaps a tad suspicious, an odd character staring at an important decree as if they were almost sweating with anticipation. It was likely that one might not just assume they were unable to read, perhaps they were guilty of something, or knew something and the sign scared them, after all it’s not like any child of Rhysol would be scared of such a decree after all it was there for the purpose of protecting Ravok’s very important citizens. Not to harm them.