"Were you followed?" That's how I'm greeted. Its actually a common question with the people I normally deal with, either because they are on the run, I'm on the run, or were all just paranoid. Where I was at was deep underground far away from Zorn, it had been three weeks since I'd been freed from my minor imprisonment (compared to five years everything was minor). The underground location was far to the north almost near the coast. I had to tap into Valrya's memories to find someone who would be able to help me (it was a scary road trying to search memories I didn't actually live) the one that was most prominent was with a collector of sorts. Valrya had only dealt with him one time and it did not go well for her, but he did know things and so I sought him out. He called himself the "Archivist" a knowledge accumulater. It was said he had the history of the world in his shelves and I'd believe it from all the stuff that was accumulated there. The one thing that jumped out at me about the man, he was dead. Not undead, just flat out dead, he was a spirit (normally spirits remain because they have unresolved things they want to resolve, I got the impression from the archivist, he just remained because he didn't feel like going away upon his death), being a spirit made surviving easy, he didn't have to eat, drink, or even sleep. I still don't necessarily understand how he accumulated more knowledge. I could understand some kind of bartering for his old knowledge, but everytime I've visited him since then he's had new info, almost instantly. At times I wonder if he was ever alive, or if he's just some kind of god hiding out as a spirit.
"Probably you know I've never been good at hiding from people." The cave system was full of books, some with text I didn't understand at all, I still find volumes I've never been able to figure the language from, questions directed at the archivist just get me stares and mind your own business.
"Honesty, its what I've heard about you, well that and idiocy, funny how often the two go hand in hand." The archivist was in a suit of sorts, well thats what he appeared as, it looked like the kind of thing you bury someone in, but that could have just been his favorite suit anyway.
"Well thanks, I think sort of?"
"Be at ease Lorentino, if you were any threat to me I'd have had you killed long before you got here." Oh yeah thats the other thing about the archivist, he's the kind of person that flat out admits he can have you killed and means it. Another thing that he shares with everyone else in my damn life, I think I'm the least threatening person I know, and I'm a murderer!
"So can you help me?" I figure since he knew my name and what I was doing there, he probably knew why I was there.
"I can help you, but you need to help me first."
"Ok and what do you need?"
"I need you to kill someone for me, and before you say anything, I will not help you unless you do this for me." Why must everyone need something from me before I can need things from them? Its so not fair!
"Well thats, damn, who do you need killed?"
"You actually." He smiled and I could see through his head. Yeah things were about to get odd, well odder. Honestly its really hard to even say my life isn't confusing because seeing it written down I've got some serious problems. And some serious oddness, frankly I'm amazed when I can just eat a meal by myself without like the meal becoming sentient and trying to eat me (which you know funny story did happen once). You'll have to wait till tomorrow little journal before I explain how I killed myself and still remained living.
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