The Man In White Comes Around

If I didn't explain it enough yesterday, I was very tired after murdering a bunch of shortys (murder is tiring let me tell you).  Sleeping next to a pile of corpses is actually kind of restful (it explains why bad people sleep so well).  When I awoke I was well rested, sort of hungry and facing the man in white. I should have expected he'd come, but you know sometimes after you've killed a lot of people, you just figure you can take a break.  I readied my makeshift spear. He held up his hands in a sign of "I'm not here to attack you." which is not really comforting from someone with mental abilities.

"Before you stupidly attack me, be aware this isn't even really me, but you're kind of stupid so you might not exactly know that." Insults the best way to start conversations, as I have shown you time and time again.

"And I should listen to you why? So you can mind enslave me?"

"If I could do that Lorentino I would have already, no you should listen to me because I have your friends and unfortunately for you they are not as resistant." Arguing from a strong spot, what an obnoxious jerk.

"I'm listening."

"Smartest thing you've done so far, look I don't want to have to hurt you or your friends, or lose anymore of my minions to your murderous rage.  What I want is something your former master had in her possession, a quil, it is said that this quil could rewrite history, I need this, if you get it for me, I'll let your friends go, simple as that."

"So you want me to get an object that can change the course of how things go and for this you'll turn over my friends? What guarantee would I have that you simply wouldn't write me out once you have it?" It was a valid question.

"None, but know that in helping me I'd look at it favorably." This of course ignored the obvious statement that if I had the quil I could fix my entire situation.  Which seemed hilarious in its simplicity, and dangerous, because I knew of a lot of situations I'd planned on correcting.

"So you're certain to screw me over, but you want me to help you anyway."

"Yes."

"Deal." My mind was already in motion trying to remember things of Valyra's, trying to remember the quil.  And I just couldn't.  Damn the limits of memory.  The man in white was gone before I could ask where to look or how he planned on me getting to where I needed to fast. In what was probably not a coincidence, my horse came galloping up with my sword and other supplies. I didn't really look the gift horse in the mouth (because it was my horse, mouth was perfectly fine). I didn't know where this quil was sadly, but I did know of a couple hopefully unlooted Valrya safe houses.  I set my horse in the right direction and made off for them, hoping my friends would make do until I could get back.