"So you're leaving me here and going north to fight a group of curse assassins who already managed to disable you completely once in the hope of some how getting the curse off of me so that I don't die?" Morley did not sound like he trusted my plan to succeed.
"Yes Morley." I was stocking up on different types of flammable material, food, and toilet paper (look when you're alone in the wild toilet paper is the one comfort you really want).
"And all I have is that foul fluid you've given me and assured me it won't just kill me faster." As you can see Morley has no trust.
"Yes Morley." I mulled over bringing one of Hanlon's pistols with me, but ultimately decided to leave it, the Red Hand was really averse to firearms, especially a Ronerawth merchant carrying one.
"Oh this plan can't certainly fail, I certainly shouldn't just dig a hole and throw myself in!" His optimism was stunning.
"You go to war with the plan you have, not the plan you want Morley." While hoping to actually avoid going to war, my plan was pretty much an invitation to battle as it stood. I had no idea how I'd get them to uncurse Morley, I was really hoping asking nicely would get the job done.
"Well at least I know I won't die alone Trezlan." His optimism is astounding. I didn't argue with him I just packed my things and told him I'd leave the key to his shackles sitting on a hook near the door when I left (see I'm not a total monster I left him a way to use his magic again). I wanted to take a train north and then ride on horse back to the divide, but after my little meeting with the curse assassins (curssin? Assasurses?) I figured staying away from public anything would be in my best interest. So I saddled my horse and made for the Divide.
Now there was the small issue of actually getting across the divide as both the Red Hand and Ronerawth were never on "trading" terms especially following their conflicts. I had this covered by simple bribery as everyone knew if you really wanted to get across the border the right amount of money and they let you through, hell if you paid enough you could probably get an entire army through, at least as far as Ronerawth was concerned. Money as always was the great fixer of problems. My journey north was pretty uneventful, thanks to most of Ronerawth being civilized now either by shooting anything hostile or accusing it of being a traitor and beheading it (damn traitorous wild life got their due!)
Once I was across the border without some of the coinage I started with I felt that imposing sense of doom you can only get from being in the Red Hand's territory (thankfully now that the Guard is in charge things have, well gotten a lot worse since the war ravaged everything and let loose horrors beyond imagination!) I felt good you know, optimistic at my chances, because I'm damn idiotic! I should have ran away and waited for Morley to die. Alas in for dumb in for the full dumb, and off I went to Lork to try and figure out a lead on these mysterious assassins, because the best way to find a secretive organization is by blundering around asking about them!
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