*Click* It was an interesting sound to wake up to. Back then it was the first I'd ever heard of it, metal being locked back, a hammer held from its blast cap, now well I hear it all the fire arms are a lot more prevalent then they were back then. My eyes open slowly, I hadn't connected the sound with anything dangerous and figured one of my horses had stepped on a twig or something. Two dirty looking bandits looked back at me, one had a tube, the source of the click pointed directly at me.
"Give us all your money merchant." Why they didn't just steal my horses while I slept? Well if they were smart they wouldn't be dirty bandits.
"Or you'll wave your tube at me? What is that?"
"Its a gun you idjit, I pull the trigger you die." A concept so stupid even an idiot like these guys could figure it out, how they got the firearm to begin with? Well something sinister was a foot (naturally).
"Ahh I see so like a smaller cannnon? Interesting, one problem though."
"What's that?" Morons never ever think their plans through ever. I mean if it were me and I saw a guy sleeping by himself with only a sword for protection, I'd give him a wide birth. Because he's either a magic user or crazy, or a crazy magic user, you don't mess with those guys! So why shouldn't you stick a firearm near a magic user? Because you have no idea what kind of magic user they are, and for me someone who can conjure fire having something that is basically a mini bomb held in your hands is a bad bad idea (later on they developed enchantments to protect the powder from being exploded so easily, thankfully its more expensive so idiots usually don't use it). The explosion blew the guy carrying the firearm into chunks (oh do I miss this kind of rifle they were so easy to explode, even more so than modern ones so much powder just sitting there), his dirty friend looked on in horror, pissed himself and begged for his life. I calmly got up from where I was laying down (because casually killing people is cooler than exerting effort) and put my sword to his neck.
"Don't kill me, Don't kill me I swear I didn't mean anything by it." Its funny how often people change from wanting to kill you to meaning no offense when the tables turn. I never beg for my life like this, mostly because I'm not given the chance to, and frequently did not intend on killing anyone! I mulled over not killing this dirty bandit, on the one hand I'd have to clean my sword after, on the other hand if I let him live and he killed someone else, wouldn't that also be on me? In the end cleanliness won out (and frankly my concern for others is really minimal), I sent the wouldbe bandit running and gathered my stuff up (well the stuff that wasn't covered in former bandit).
I made Zorn within a few days. It was a sunny day and there wasn't a huge clash of people at the docks to get into the city proper. I paid for a night at the local inn and made myself ready for the water travel (I hate going by boat, even boats over a mostly placid lake/river). I recall thinking that the bed felt nice after my days of being on the road. Its a shame I wasn't able to get a full nights sleep in it, but alas folks that will be the next entry I'm tired and have a long day ahead of me tommorrow. I'll write when I can!
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