The Man In White

There are some indications a town is a bad place.  Fires openly burning in the streets, blood splattered wooden walls, weird smells, me living there (hey I can admit I attract a certain bad crowd sort).  When we arrived at the land of the White guys town, there wasn't any of those indicators.  It looked like a ghost shanty town really, banged up shacks barely hanging in there, a somewhat maintained meeting hall sitting in the middle of them.  We dismounted and I cast a look around, I'd seen this place in the shorties memories, but things weren't synching up.  I swear I'd remembered more visibles signs of violence.  I could see Malcyr thought the same as he unsheathed his weapons upon getting off his horse.

"This seems off." Lorissia was the first to vocalize what the rest of us were thinking.

"Yeah this doesn't look like what I remember." Malcyr's voice trailed off, like he was in a dream.

"Nor I." My comment got them both kind of chuckling, I admit we were kind of awful people (as if all the rampant murder didn't clue you in). We were standing almost shoulder to shoulder with Malcyr between me and Lorissia (oh subtle problems you always become so obtuse) right in the center of the "town", in hindsight I should have seen what was coming.  We were surrounded almost immediately, shorties and normal people, all dressed in a similar tribal fashion with weird looking weapons.  From the town center emerged the man in white, he was all white, I hadn't really picked up on it previously but even his skin color was a pale hue, he wore a wide brimmed hat as well, probably to block the sun from his obviously fair skin.

"Good of you to come Malcyr and you brought friends just as you said you would." I could feel his dagger underneath my chin, a look to my left showed he also had Lorissia in the same way. She caught my eye and I shook my head, we could try and fight out way out of there, but in our current situation we were kind of screwed.

"Good to see you Trezlan, I've longed to pick your brain since Malcyr told me all about you." He said the word pick in a way I didn't like, before I could really offer a witty retort I was struck from behind and hit the ground with a thud.  Lorissia was offered a similar attack.  When I'd awake hours later, things went from bad to Lorentino (I'll admit I use my own name as an indication of how bad things get, yes I realize that doesn't speak highly of what happens with me).