*Click* *Click* *Click* My female companion (she never gave her name despite me asking many times) kept clicking the chamer on her revolvers, she'd listen to one all the way through, holster it, and then listen to the other. The sound was maddening, I was trying to sleep and there she was clicking those damn revolvers over and over again.
"Must you do that your guns are magical they can't misfire." I had to say something it was driving me even more nuts.
"You prattle on for two weeks and you can't put up with me checking the cylinders on my pistols? And they aren't magical they are regular weaponry, what you saw previously was just an illusion, I could no more conjure armor and weapons then you could display a bit of tact."
"How is an illusion not magic?"
"Its not magic that I conjured, but I see you've conceeded the main point of annoyance and now you're just displaying your lack of tactful conversation abilities. Honestly Lorentino it surprises me you've lived this long with how annoying you are." Like huge swords sticking out me, her words wounded me deeply.
"Who are you people? Where is this place? What are we even doing here? If you have the ability to disguise yourself in plain sight to a person like myself, why bring me?" These were all important questions, and like everything else in my life I got about zero answers.
"This place is the town of Caraway, it was built around the Asylum here which is behind us on the hill. Before you ask, the Asylum was originally built to house those who were ill, but became a place the rich sent their enemies or even relatives to be tortured and die. By no accident of course, the Asylum was built on the original lair of the creature you ran into in the sewers and the town around it was a distraction to keep prying eyes from his lair. It was from here that the plans to take over Ronerawth were hatched and it is here the creature most likely has fled since it was not in the sewers where you ran across it." Her voice remained constant, as did her damn clicking of those revolvers. "As far as your involvement in this, you're the bait Trezlan, ordinarily the creature would slink off somewhere hide and return, but his hatred of you has lead him not to flee, instead he now plots to specifically destroy you, a benefit to my boss because his hatred of you will make him blind to my approach."
"So I'm the bait? That's all I am to you people?" It was insulting! I am more than bait, I'm the grand Necromancer Trezlan Lorentino! Look if I say that enough maybe one day I'll believe it!
"No of course not Trezlan, you're also a pawn to be used as we see fit, and right now we see fit for you to be our bait, be thankful thats all we want to do, now get to sleep and let the adults figure out how to deal with this situation." I tried not to pout, but damn it that was a pout worthy beat down! There is nothing worse than when you are working for people a lot more nasty then you are, and they are well aware of this. I mean sure you say "Why didn't you just try and kill her?" Because when you reach my extended age, you know when you are outmatched by something you can't understand. Ordinarily this would be a good feeling, "working" with something clearly beyond my skill level should be a safe job. NOT WHEN YOU ARE BAIT! Bait gets eaten, and I didn't want to get eaten, at the very thought of facing the creature again my ribs ached in pain. So I didn't really sleep that well outside of Caraway Asylum, because honestly WHO FREAKING COULD?!
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