"Bring it?"
"And then I killed all of them."
"Bring it really? No one is going to believe that." And back to the future past (future of the story I was telling, my past as I'm writing, do keep up gentle reader).
"It's what I said, and who cares about believeability? Isn't that the whole thing with heroic stories that they defy imagination?" Marian had a lot of ale flowing through her at this point, I'm cleaning up how she spoke because it was a lovely combination of grunts and slurs.
"I don't really think its that heroic that you were blackmailed into murdering a murderer so that someone else who was probably equally as bad could take his place." I mean in that definition of heroism I'm the most heroic person who ever heroed and even I don't believe that.
"Look are you going to write that down or not?"
"Fine,'bring it' it is, no matter how ridiculous the idea is, so is that all you killed all the guys guards went back and got a job well done?"
"Pretty much, eventually I found my way south to Ronerawth and in kind of an interesting story I was able to get my families name cleared let me tell you about that..." It was not an interesting story, it was fairly boring. Her family was accused of treason based on a clerical error, A CLERICAL ERROR! Someone wrote the wrong name down in a book of people who had donated to a failed coup and Marian discovered the actual traitor, this story took three hours to tell and had a lot of internal boring to it, seriously I wrote down for the next section back then (Marian can not tell a story, her parents died by clerical error). The most hilarious thing was seeing the pardon letter by an undersecretary at the time apologizing for the mistake and any hardship it may have caused, sadly I didn't get the letter.
After Marian finished her second story she paid the tab and left me to "finish writing". Which as I admitted to, I hadn't done very well, sadly I can't even blame it on liquor as I wasn't really drinking despite Marian's incentive of covering my tab, mainly because I kind of took writing thing seriously, even though I clearly didn't. Marian would leave town a day later with not even a good bye. She went off to do what mercenaries do and eventually was killed in the Red Hand lands, I heard it was for killing that councilman all those years previous despite being told to do so. Such is the nature of politics and why I try and stay far away from them. Tell you good job out of one side of their face, set you up to be murdered out the other.
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