"So thats the big sad story, you made a sword some people used it, died, and then in the end you retreated?" I had been a couple pints in to Val's story so I can admit my language a bit harsher than called for.
"I'm glad that of all the things I told you, this was your take away from it." Valrym really shouldn't blame me, he was the one supplying the beer, this was as always not my fault.
"Why not just make another sword? Why keep going after the same one at great risk to yourself?"
"It was the principal of the thing Trezlan, the sword was a symbol." I was swinging the sword around kind of lazily, I could see in Valrym's winces he really did not appreciate it, which had me keep doing.
"A symbol of failing to kill your enemy repeatedly and losing those you sent to do it?"
"We didn't always lose you inconsiderate," He grumbled and then gathered my mug, "You know what, get out, take that damn thing with you and be gone, and don't come back! I tire of you necromancer." I wanted to protest, but honestly I'd gotten what I needed and then some (including free beer! Everything goes better with free beer, I could hear you murdered my whole family and still feel better with free beer, of course it helps I don't have a family, but still). Valrym shooed me out of the Flagon Slayer and slammed the door behind me, I could hear a latch setting in and figured that was a bad way of winning customers, but moved on in my drunken glory. I was actually a bit more drunk than I had at first thought, which lead to me collapsing and passing out in a nearby alley (thankfully aside from the sword I'm sure I looked just like any other vagrant, which is not to comment on how I normally look or anything...)
Sadly my drunken slumber was set to be interupted before I fully got anywhere with it, but thats a tale for my next entry, an entry I will title "Trezlan and the Annoying Jerk Who Doesn't Understand Don't Bother Me While I'm Sleeping" I'll admit its a bit wordy.
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