Hanging upside down hurts, blood flow fills your head very easily, and you can't really sleep. So you just sit there a pounding headache and bleary eyed as you swing too and fro. I don't know how bats manage this madness, though I suspect they think the same of our crazy laying down to sleep. Morley didn't seem worse for wear, maybe he was part bat? I dunno Morley is a mystery wrapped in evil, coated in evil, dipped in evil. Basically I think Morley is evil, in case that lesson wasn't readily apparent. It was a day of hanging around before our captor made an appearence. I'll admit at this point after being hung up side down, starving, and thirsty, I was half concerned he was a hallucination.
He was a shorty, he had long black hair that drug behind him like a gown. He wasn't wearing much clothing, just a brown strap to keep his genitals unexposed. Color wise he was as pale as you can assume someone who probaly lived underground would be. Eyes were brown and he wore spectacles so they looked even bigger than normal. He appraised both me and Morley picked up my sword, pricked his finger on it and then scowled at me.
"Assassins eh? Well you won't kill Fizzle Fizzrinkfizzleton the Third so easily!" His voice was scratchy, like he'd breathed smoke everyday of his life forever.
"We aren't assassins little man, well I'm not, Morley is his own person." Fizzle looked at Morley with more suspicion bringing my sword with him. He poked Morley and Morley for his part did his best put upon face, something he tended to reserve just for me.
"I'm not an assassin little man." Morley's voice cracked once, so hanging upside down did hurt him.
"Well then what are you doing here? Did you not see the bones? I thought the bones were a good keep out, but yet here you two are!" He snapped his fingers and the tentacles let go, we both were greeted by the hard stone floor, I tried to brace with my hand and ended up feeling my wrist compact (as well as my ribs groaning in pain). Morley did a roll and came through mostly uninjured. I suspected he'd attack poor fizzle despite claiming not to be an assassin, but he held back, I guess he wanted to see what the hell this little guy was up to.
He just walked off assuming we would follow, considering the cave we were in was a dead end, it was a good assumption (also yes I know another magic user in a cave, I swear we are related to trolls or something). I don't know if we were walking deeper in or further out. I could see the sand roof disappeared and just became stone. There weren't any terrible smells, so that was a plus. Eventually we arrived at his living quarters, it was fairly lavish for a cave, big four poster bed, carved drawers, nice desk set and table (with glorious food and drink on it inviting to us). Amongst all his possession in the middle was a very large mirror, on it was displayed Morley and myself from earlier.
"You're a seer!" Morley sounded a bit more excited than I'd heard in a while, it was very creepy.
"I prefer the term watcher Mr. Morley." So he knew our names, probably from us screaming at each other for a bit.
"Ok pretend I have no idea about other magical disciplines explain to me what a watcher is?" Look I've read journals on magic, I've wrote journals on magic, but I still know little about all of magic. According to Morley too little.
"A watcher or as your friend here calls us 'seer' have an ability to glimpse events going on all around us. Some of us see the present, some see the possible future, some only can see events of the past, my gift is more of a combination of present and past."
"And so you thought we were assassins?"
"Well you both have a history of murder, and you missed the obvious path to a nearby town, I figured you were here to kill me, so I got to you first." It was not surprising Morley didn't know where he was going either, he just lied at it better than I did.
"More importantly watcher, we need your help." Morley trying to be all diplomatic, I have no idea what we can offer someone who can see the past and the present as easily as I could see Morley is a damn snake.
"Of course you do, your being pursued, in Trezlan's case by multiple people for different reasons I see, but why should I help either of you two? You have no tribute, no way of making amends, nor would I need what you bring as it only leads to death." The truest of truths, Morley and I really offer nothing to anyone except death. We truely are disciples of that grim spector.
"Could you at least let us eat and be on our way?" I was trying to be diplomatic, but his food looked so good and so tasty.
"To lead people back to me? I think not Trezlan, no sadly I'll just have to kill you both." I was about to reply when we were hit by a shock of electricity. I hadn't noticed we alone were standing on a mat that had been hooked up to some weird machine, before I passed out I thought for a moment "Who watches the watchers?" When I woke up my throat was dry, I was in those accursed antimagic shackles and staked in the middle of Fizzle's bone field.
"Well this sucks." And suck it did.
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