Talking Too Much of The Damned

I had made a small fire to warm myself for Morley's return (what can I say I get cold really easily), I still had no food (wherever that horse went I never found out, I like to think she found some kind of horse utopia and lived out her days in quiet contenment, I also like to believe the universe doesn't hate me, you've seen how one doesn't neccessarily agree with the other), so I was sitting there with my stomach growling like you wouldn't believe. I didn't fully trust Morley to resolve the undead situation, but hungry, hurt, and likely partially corrupted it wasn't like I had a lot of choice in the matter. I didn't even know in which direction Morley had rode off in!

So there I was a small fire burning away waiting for an evil person to show back up when a hooded figure approached.  Now I'll admit I don't normally accept visitors with derision, but something seemed off with this guy, I got to my feet through no small amount of effort. He was entirely cloaked in a dirty old robe grayed from misuse proper use? I dunno I'm not a robe expert.

"You're a necromancer?" His voice was like dried paper being rubbed against snake scales, vowels extended out for too long, consonants blurred with the vowels.  It was the kind of voice that sceamed "I'm a bad guy please don't listen to any lies I may say."

"I'm a poor man lamed by fate good sir, take pity on me and move on." Ok I'll admit I'm not exactly the most honest person either.

"You are a liar! I am Rodrigo Vantema, a Dark Lord of the Wirean empire! We spanned this entire land mass for gen..." I chopped his head off at this point, look I could tell a long speech when I hear one and honestly listening to whoever from wherever was about as interesting as picking lint of out of my belly button. I tossed the corpse on the fire (you can never tell with dark lords who talk like dried leaves if flat out decapitating them will get the job done, my motto, burn first, burn second, burn forever). His body went up like tinder, not even the bones were left (fire wasn't even that hot so it must have just been really old). Thankfully there wasn't any lasting smell (I was almost worried his body would smell like cooked meat which would only make me hungrier and yeah didn't want to go the actual canabilism route).

And so I remained for another day, up on a cliff waiting for Morley to get back so I could get out of there. If only I'd known I'd accidentally already solved the issue entirely I could have already left to get something to eat! Hindsight is always clear they say, because they are dicks.