"So then I got the ghosts to make me a raft before the fire engulfed the island and with some luck at sea I was able to be back in Regor within a week and I got on a trade caravan up here. Oh I also helped the ghosts resolve their issue that kept them rooted to this world so they got to move on, can't forget that." I was back at Val's bar, I had enthralled Malcyr and Lorissia with my tale of heroism, well they looked kind of bored, but you know I waited for them and they didn't return, the least they could do is listen to me talk for a bit!
"Trezlan you could just admit you got drunk and fell into a ditch for a couple weeks." Lorissia totally believing me.
"Yeah so we were a little bit overdue those bandits were entrenched, that's still no reason to get drunk and make up a story." Malcyr showing the same bit of respect I'd come to expect from my friends.
"Yeah sounds like a lot of bullshit to me." Valrym checking in with his opinion on the matter.
"Look screw you guys, go to Toebeck island yourselves you'll find the burned bits of what remains there." I tell you no matter how many crazy things I do, no one ever believes me. Malcyr and Lorissia wrote it off and Valrym snorted with a laugh and left me where I was. Malcyr and Lorissia left me there as well. So there I was the returning hero drinking alone in a dingy booth in Valrym's tavern. Its a pattern that has repeated itself many times let me tell you.
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