"Devari finally sent someone for me? I'm surprised it took this long, are you going to kill me now or are you to bring me to him and then kill me?" I had set up a camp away from the internment area, I couldn't let them see I wasn't actually going to town at all, I also needed time to figure out if Morley was in there, or if not who actually was in there and if they could prove useful (I was fully aware that Ronerawths current government winning the war against the rebels if they hadn't already was very bad for one T Lorentino).
"Don't know a Devari, honestly I don't even know who you are, I need information on that camp and if you've seen a magic person in shackles recently." He looked surprised, I mean I guess I would be as well, its much more likely for someone you know to rescue you, rather than just some random stranger who just wants information. Though from what he said he wasn't exactly expecting a rescue.
"You're an odd man for a killer."
"Not a killer, well not an intentional killer, my name is Trezlan Lorentino, I'm looking for a fellow magic user by the name of Morley, around my height, looks scary would have been wearing shackles and a look of utter disdain."
"And if I've seen this man?" We were situated across from each other at the campfire, he was sizing me up from behind baggy eyes. I could tell eating for him used to be a thing, his stomach hung with a flabbyness that spoke to a more priveledged life, well priveledged for a shorty anyway.
"Tell me what you know, I'll let you go no strings no problems, don't tell me, I'll take it from you in a way that will not be pleasant." I try to not directly state I'm a necromancer to everyone, its bad enough I tend to give my name to everyone.
"Fair enough, I've seen your friend, he's still at the camp they've got him cloistered down below with a lot of stuff we aren't supposed to know is there, but since I was the cook there I saw when they brought food in for that section." I watched his eyes to make sure he wasn't lying, it didn't look like it, but with shorties you can never tell.
"There's a basement in that place? Where is it?" It seemed strange to have a lower subsection on top of a bunch of shanties, but I guess the internment camp was front for the horror below? Fantastic.
"You have to promise me you'll get the rest of them out of there."
"Why would I do that? Getting you out was hard enough."
"You've seen the conditions in there, we aren't criminals and we don't deserve this punishment for being born. Get them out and I'll help you, leave them there and your friend will never see the light of day." Now while it was tempting to think of Morley living out his unnatural life underneath a bunch of shorties, I really couldn't leave my enemies with such of fount of power, also despite my hard edge seeing those shorties in that condition was heartbreaking.
"Ok deal, but I swear if you are screwing me little man I'll make your last moment last for far longer than you'd ever want." He held out his hand and I shook it, a deal in full.
"Pleasure to do business with you Mr. Lorentino, the name's Leland Pavorosi treasure hunter extrordinare." The extrordinare part was the amount of bullshit the little man could spit out. You'll want to note the last name, Leland is not the only Pavorosi I've run across in my life, and sadly I'm sure he won't be the last. He had a plan (they always do, its in the Pavorosi bloodline to have outlandish stupid plans) and I had to give him credit it was fully thought out, more so than any of mine. Of course planning for me hardly lasts past the first fireball, especially assaulting a fortress made out of wood. You know what they say, here today, burnt to a crisp by accidental magical explosion tomorrow! Ok I say that and no one else, but still the phrase remains.
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