You Can't Just Leave

"I'm done with you, done with this! Work this crap out without me!" We'd made it back to Dunlok without incident (well I mean you kill some necro magic horrific flesh beast nothing really rates on the "incident" level). We were sitting down waiting for our food from some local vendor when I told him we'd need to go back into the Red Hand lands for another apprentice (I kept avoiding the Morley situation, I had only met him briefly but even then I knew that he was not someone to tangle with).

"You're supposed to help me Malcyr you can't just dodge out now." This was one of those he had to choose for over thirty minutes what meat that wasn't what they were calling it but we'll just pretend thats what it is dish to get (despite him being a royal assassin and me having a little bit of money we didn't have enough to actually eat where real food was served, the restaurant was a hovel the walls were blackened from improper smoke venting and the smell didn't inspire confidence in the food, honestly I don't know why we went to eat there).

"Oh yes I can! You almost killed us with your dumb magicry, god knows what you'll do when we're not in Ronerawth lands, you're crazy Lorentino." That's what always hurts, the you're crazy talk, because its mostly truthful.

"Fine fine just let me go off and get killed cleaning up your mess." When in doubt blame someone elses problems on a neutral third party.  Hey it works in politics.

"My problems? You're the Necromancer! You're the one that if anyone is to be blamed for anything! Is part of being a Necromancer being this delusional?"

"That hurts Malcyr."

"SO DID GETTING SMASHED INTO THE GROUND BY A FLESH CREATURE LORENTINO!" He got up and stomped off.  I was a bit sad to see him go, I mean eating alone sucks.  Still it was probably for the best, Malcyr would have hated what I had to do in Ronerawth.  Well he might not have, you never know.  It also meant I was riding alone which meant more talking to myself (a nasty habit I'd picked up in prison, the worst is when I replied in a different voice to substitute conversation, in prison it helped keep the rest of the prisoners away from me, no one messes with the talks to people who isn't there guy, no one). I finished my meal with my eyes closed (it helps to pretend the food is something else when you can't see it) and paid for Malcyr's uneaten items.  My horse was outside the restaurant and I checked her bags to make sure I had enough stuff to comfortably make Red Hand territory. I told myself maybe Malcyr would be back in the morning and slept on it at the local bug infested hotel, he never came back and I left without him.  About an hour in the talking began again, except the voice that was there wasn't just my normal mania. But that will be for tomorrow, The Madness Of Trezlan Lorentino! (Don't worry I'm not crazy anymore, mostly, ok aside from writing to my journal like its a real person, so like a quarter crazy).