"So what exactly is it?" Lorissia was sitting across from at the campfire cleaning one her knife (I say knife damn thing was a short sword, I think it was also a subtle threat).
"Some kind of collar."
"See its comments like that why I'm glad you have all that magical training Trezlan."
"Oh hardy har har follower of the smart ass, I wasn't finished! The metal is something I haven't seen, something with a really high melt temp or the runes inscribed in it could be to prevent it from being burned by magic." I'd been playing with it all day, couldn't get it unlocked, couldn't understand the runes, actually I was half surprised I hadn't somehow gotten it stuck on myself with all the stupid things I was doing with it.
"So we'll just take it to a smith? They can figure it out," Lorissia didn't exactly understand when you take something from someone you killed, its not like you can just swing in to someone else and have them appraise it (actually thats something I frequently find myself doing nowadays, I wonder if that says something about me as a moral honest person).
"Yeah because someone in Ronerawth will have seen a Red Hand magical thing and want to talk about it, or a Red Hand smith will think its super awesome we have some judges blah blah and not turn us into the authorities." She did that hand dismisal women do when they think you aren't listening and I kept staring at the collar. We were close again to the Red Hand Border, our prey was in Red Hand territory best Valrya remembered (it was weird back then trying not to think of her as the real valyra, honestly the real valyra I knew was the fake one and the real one was more like the fake, whoa got lost there). He wasn't even a real threat, more like a foppish moron who used parlor tricks to get pretty women into bed with him, but unfortunately he tended to murder them after when they woke up next to what he looked like (when I told Lorissia this was one of the possible targets, well lets just say it wasn't very hard to convince her to pursue him). We were waiting for daybreak to make the border cross, unlike most dumb people we wanted perfect light to make sure we didn't run afoul of some kind of ambush, magical creature, or shorty invasion (look shorties are nothing to mess with, they'll rip your damn ankles off). So the night was spent with her cleaning various weapons and I staring at the collar between foolishly trying to pry it open. Let me tell you it was fun times, comparitively it was a laugh a minute to where we were going, but I didn't know that!
I swear most of my stories seem that way "Man and I thought that sucked but the suck hadn't even begun to suck yet!" I tell you I need to do more things like pick flowers and live life like a naieve child, then times will only get better and not worse! Yeah right I know my luck, the flowers would be deadly and if I was a child some creepy uncle would just take advantage of me.
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