"So you're a Necromancer?" We had been riding pretty hard for a couple hours, we had to walk to Malcyr's horse because he had stupidly put it far far away (he said it was to disguise his presence, but as he got trussed up like a herd animal I don't think it worked).
"Figured that out did you? Well I guess it was finding a necromancers hide out, and talking about how I stole the memories from my former master, observant you are." We were riding towards a make shift dock to meet up with some other assassins (not of the royal variety). Malcyr was a better horseman than I, but I knew where we were going and didn't tell him (because when dealing with assassins make sure to be more useful than killing you would be).
"You do know that means I have to kill you."
"Oh how nice of you, I'm helping you, and you're threatening to kill me, assassins I can't take you guys anywhere." I'd made sure he was on my right side, because despite probably being even handed, no one is that good with their left (well aside from me since that's my dominant sword hand).
"You're a murderer and abomination!"
"Oh you wound me oh royal killer, look I've only killed two people as a necromancer, one innocent young girl to extend my life and my master, so that like cancels out right? Besides I saved your sorry ass you owe me, on top of that I'm helping you stop a coup! Thats two!"
"You also killed that guy in the hide out." Why, why do people always get semantic with muder?
"Yeah I should have just left you with him, and I burned and stabbed him, no necromancy involved! At best I'm a necroprentice, hardly worth killing someone over. Again this discussion is brought about by someone who kills on royal order, hardly a nice person." Assassins are always like this, just the other day I was talking with Valerind about this very thing, he claimed my killings are worse because of how I do it. Preposterous, if its worse for anyone its me, you have no idea whats it like taking the memories of a low level common murderer. Well hopefully you have no idea, maybe you do.
"Completely different."
"Because of the uniform? I tried to convince Valyra we needed some, but alas she just didn't see how that made things more official." Malcyr just harumphed and we rode in silence, it was a nice change of pace (I love talking but honestly when someone tells you they want to kill you? Kind of heh kills the conversation). And so it went, I hummed to myself and Malcyr plotted to kill me. It was like we were married without the awkward loveless sex.
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