"Are you sure you have to leave right now?" I had recovered from taking Valrya's essence, and the god blood, for the most part. It took about a week of coming in and out nightmares (really terrible nightmares, not just like regular ones where spiders are eating my genitals), Valrym had me staying in a back room at his tavern (the hardest part of my moments of clarity was not trying to drink everything in the room, but it would not have been a good idea, and I say this as someone who is never one for good ideas).
"I don't really want to leave Valrym, but there are things that need doing." Valrya's memories had been a haunting trip down crazy town lane. For most people I've taken recovery time is minimal (if at all), when you get someones life in a necromantic act its like flipping through a book reading every other page, most lives are short novels, Valrya's was a compendium of being evil. I didn't have it all, or even know it all (I still struggle with her memories to this day, one time I passed out and woke up a week later in a place that I didn't recall ever traveling to, that was a hell of a tale, one day I'll have to write that one down).
"And I can't come with you?"
"No Valrym you're still recovering from your ordeal, and you have her taint on you in a way that would make where I'm going a really bad idea." Valrya's essence was like a bullseye for the remaining "children". That was what was readily apparent from Valrya's memories, there were others, and they would come, I had to get away from the demigod, he had recovered better than me (which made running a little silly back then, but you know like I said bad ideas).
"And you think you're ready? you just recently stopped screaming like a banshee in your sleep, I'm lucky business has been slow." Valrym had no reason to be as nice to me as he was, I mean yeah I'd saved his life, but that could have been accidental he had no idea.
"Do you have a sword I could borrow?" Valrym had aquired me a horse, we were outside his tavern, I had my robes on, and some random supplies I'd managed to scrounge up from my hotel room (in a moment of clarity I'd mentioned to Valrym about the room, or my supplies might have tossed to the wind). He produced the blue bladed sword he had lent me earlier (fat lot of good I'd done with it).
"Keep it, you could probably use something for a grave marker." Optimism, Valrym has always been one.
"I'll take that as a vote of confidence Valrym, if I don't see you, thanks."
"For trying to get you killed for my vengeance and you saving me? Yeah you're welcome necromancer Trezlan, now go, go kill yourself for whatever reason."
"I'll see you later Valrym, and you owe me a drink or twelve." I affixed the sword and wrenched the reins, the horse bucked and off we went. I had a destination in mind, I'd like to think Valrym looked after me longingly wanting to say more and then with a sigh he went back inside knowing how amazing I truely am. But most likely he spit, cursed, and went back inside. If only I knew back then how dangerous where I was going, I might have just gone south you know, maybe some place warm. And not the Five Fires, though I hear they are nice this time of year.
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