Dinner Dialogue

"Do you always eat like a pig or is this some new thing you've picked up?" We were at Valrym's Tavern, Lorissia and I had traveled from her broken down mansion for about a week to get there and lets just say neither of us is a very good cook.  I was really hungry, using a lot of magic kind of burns up that internal fuel, blood magic triple doubly so.

"Look sweety there are a lot of things I like about you, your ability to cook is not one of them, at all, ever, this is the first food I've had in a week possibly more." The truth hurts, and in this case it hurt me as Lorissia punched me pretty hard.

"You're lucky you're useful to me Lorentino, or cracks like that could end up shortening your life."

"You wound me madame, I'll have you know cracks like that extend my life, you wouldn't believe how often my jokes have saved me from something bad happening."

"Never?"

"Look theoretically they could save my life, I'm not writing the jokes off just yet." Its true, eventually they might save my life, I'm still hoping for the day a joke off is required to obtain victory.  One day dear readers ONE DAY! We ate in grumbly silence, well I did Lorissia stopped eating about a quarter of the way in (I'd ordered a full stack of some kind of animal ribs, it was a large meal, but I swear the woman only ate one). If I wasn't so hungry this would have been a serious waste.

I was thankful that Valrym wasn't at the tavern, I mean it know its his place and everything, but he and I get along like fire and oil (which continues to this day, even with us living in the same town, or maybe because we live in the same town now).  The chef he had working was a shorty though (naturally his whole kitchen is designed for short people), seemed like a nice enough fellow even if he gave me a scowl when I talked slow so he could understand what I was saying (what? Shorties are noted for being dumb, unless you are a shorty dear reader, then you are a master intellect worthy of praise). Lorissia and I had chosen a booth away from everyone else, so as to remain a little disguised (as disguised as a bald necromancer with his armor wearing bow lady can be). So it came as a little surprising when I felt a guy sidle up along side me and a dagger placed between my ribs.

"Hello Lorentino, keep your bow where I can see it Ms. I'd hate to have to find out if Trezlan really does bleed black." Malcyr, I should have known I'd run into him sooner rather than later (such is life).

"I can kill you before you even get a prick off," Lorissia was seething in her whisper, such venom I had not heard before.

"I meant stab him not pleasure him Ms., but don't worry I'm not here for murder or I would have poisoned your meal and you'd never have seen me, no I need Lorentino for something." Everyone needs me, but what about my needs?

"Easy Lorissia, Malcyr may be a lot of bad things, but someone who kills someone after they ate is not one of them, now running out on a check, yes thats something he does." What can I say I'm still angry about that, as in right now, three hundred years later.

"You'll never let that go will you."

"No."

"Look we had a job to do, and funny enough after I left you, I kept doing the job even without you, sadly I'm not as stupidly lucky as you are, so I need you to come with me to finish your job." Did you get all that?

"What's this job you have to do?" I could see Lorissia's eyes narrow on me, I swear the line between a woman trusting you, and a woman thinking you are lying is the narrowest line ever.

"Oh you know chase down some necromancers, kill them, much the same one I was doing when I met up with you," The truth the best way out of getting shot with an arrow and stabbed.

"How many are left?" Lorissia's tone was that of being bothered by a chore.

"Outside of Morley, five I think? Memories a little fuzzy."

"Why is Morley not included?" That was Malcyr's question.

"You want to die going after Morley be my guess, I prefer to piss off only one evil creature a decade." It works so much better in the long run.

"Well we better get going if we are to save your ass Trezlan, come on Malcyr." They left me there with half a rack of ribs and a full stack of broken promises of doing nothing.  I swear my "friends" are worse than my enemies!