First there's my sister. I do something that's guaranteed to tick her off, and do I get yelled at? Do I get noogied? Do I get chased? Do I get things thrown at me? Do I, in fact, get normal big-sisterly behaviour? No! I get the more-in-sorrow-than-in-anger routine! Since when did she turn into our mother?! It's no fun if she won't play along!
Then there's all these apothecaries and whatnot who're using me as a glorified errand boy. "Go fetch this." "Go kill that." "Hmmmm, very interesting, I can learn a lot from this... take a sample to him." How about telling me why it's so damned interesting, huh? I'm an alchemist! I want to know these things! But nooooo, I just get to be the lab assistant and gofer. Pah!
At least I get to kill things.
