Campfire Insults

"You eat this stuff? No wonder you are so thin." I had been in camp for no more than five minutes before Toneron had arrived to insult my cooking. He looked like he always did a nice suit (grey this time) clean cut features and no visible sign of having arrived from whereever he came from.

"Thanks for selling me out." I didn't even look up, he insult my cooking (some form of rodent, slow moving, dumb as hell, which probably doesn't speak well for eating it, I mean if its slow and dumb what could be wrong with its meat?). Despite having some trail supplies from Ronerawth I've always been a "use those at last resort" type since they taste so awful, like I'd rather kill whatever I did and eat that then deal with them.

"Don't think of me selling you out, think of it as me buying you in. I mean you are my representative right?"

"Exiled representative."

"Details, I mean what do they want you to do?"

"Win the war."

"Well on the positive thats what we were intending on doing anyway! This just means you have a more vested interested."

"You're a wealth of help."

He harumphed and didn't sit on the log I was occupying, I got the impression because it was far too dirty for him, "Some respect for the man who saved your life."

"ONLY TO PUT IT IN WORSE DANGER!"

"Trezlan if you only look at things in the immediate sense you'll miss the more important aspects of things.

"Such as?

"The war needs you!" He was making grand gestures with his hands, but the words were pure bullshit (I should know I make my money in bullshit).

"Right it needs a pissed off necromancer."

"No," He slumped down to grab my shoulder in the universal sign of 'I'm about to lay it on thick' "It needs a brilliant man who can turn the tide of this conflict and secure us an invaluable resource. FRESH CLIENTS!" The way he said clients did not make it sound like the way I think of them.

"Right."

"Trezlan you're killing my energy here buddy, you need to realize the world may not revolve around you, but it does need you from time to time." He was back to his feet, and looking like he would disappear to wherever he goes.

"And where does the world need me now?"

"North," He pitched me a ring that had an H inscribed in some metal I didn't recognize, "Use that they won't shoot you."

"Where North?" But he was gone.  So it was just north, not like there wasn't a huge tract of north to explore or anything OH WAIT THERE WAS AND A LOT OF IT WAS FULL OF BAD THINGS!