Saving the Saviors

"This is the thanks I get for saving you." And I'm back, not that I really went anywhere, nevermind roll with it. Morley looked at me a little too long with the hammer on his pistol locked back, he eventually decocked it and holstered the weapon in front of him.  He looked better, I guess the curse had run its course or Morley had killed someone else, or both.

"I'm sure you had nothing to do with it, actually as soon as you left I started to feel better, if I hadn't gotten sick prior to meeting you, I'd figured it was something I actually got from you." You know the sad part was, he was kind of right in a roundabout way.

"Touched Morley, but how the hell did you find me?" It was a valid question, I mean again not like I told the world "Hey I'll be kidnapped by a crazy group of cultists please come save me."

"I read the paper, saw you announced my death albeit horrifically, and figured this cult would come looking for you."

"Wait you knew about these crazy people?"

"Of course I knew, they don't know I know, but I know, I know a lot, and I even used them in the past without them knowing."  You know what I'm saying? Because I wrote that after he said it, and I'm still having trouble figuring out what he said.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind idiot lets get out of here." I wasn't about to fight Morley here, he knew the way out and I was in his debt sort of.  I mean I did try and save him! Its not exactly my fault he wasn't in any danger. I know you expected some large fight with some funny words tossed around (because I know me and thats what I would want) but honestly we skulked off like burgalars, aside from creepshow we didn't run across any more cultists (I almost think Morley persuaded them to avoid us prior and just staged the "rescue" so that I'd owe him, in fact I suspect this whole thing was a sham, a dirty damn sham! Even a hundred years later I still believe that!). He even had my sword back, see he totally set this all up!

That's the thing with Morley, he screws with me in subtle ways.  Like the other day there was no tissue paper in my entire house though I swore I bought some, I know that was Morley.  I know it, because he's petty like that. Don't look at my journal like that, I'm completely right.  Anyway blah blah blah, I made it back to Ronerawth cursed Morley's name and finished the holidays hung over from excessive drinking.  So much like every other holiday, including the murder (what can I say I have traditions too).