"You plan on living forever right?" Marian had stopped into the shop looking for new shoes, well that's what she claimed at the time. But now as we sat across from each other at one of the mid range taverns in Rolak I got the feeling there was something more here. She looked thinner than the last time I saw her, but that could have just been she wasn't wearing bulky armor now and just had her double barrell and ridiculous mace, both were placed leaning up against the table in the back where we were sitting.
"Say that a little louder you know its not like people don't draw and quarter my kind enough as it is." Contrary to what you'd think if you're reading this journal, the entire world does not know I'm a necromancer. Most people think I'm either a conman using an old name and appearance to steal a fake legacy (can you believe people don't believe the things I've personally accomplished? Yeah it shocks me too) or that I'm an ancestor keeping a family tradition going. It helps that I pay to keep this rumors going, you know just in case some anti magical anti necromancer jerk gets a bug up his ass about me.
Marian smiled a bit, "Trezlan now why would I ever risk you being drawn and quartered for being a horrific monster."
"You're all heart Marian, so what do you want? I don't think this is all about shoes." As nice as my selection of shoes are, even I can admit they aren't that nice.
"Well unlike you Trezlan I'm not going to live forever, but I don't want to go unremembered another stoneless grave in the middle of a battlefield."
"So you want me to remember it?"
"Well I'd prefer you write it down, I don't think you have that good of a memory." Its true I tend to forget more than I've ever known.
"I dunno if I can write you're entire life story Marian, I mean that would be like an unending book, you aren't even dead yet." *cough* Obviously my own personal story is exempt from this rule.
"Well I really don't want you to write the whole thing, but I think I have a fairly interesting story you yourself wouldn't mind hearing and if you could write it down in that awful chicken scratch of yours I'd appreciate it."
"How much will you appreciate it?"
"I'll buy your drinks until I'm done talking."
"You've got yourself a deal Marian, just need to go find a pen and a book or something..." She produced both and a capped ink well. Clearly she was prepared.
"Ok, now tell me all about you Marian, and don't leave out the juicy parts, I err people, love the juicy parts..."
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