"Shit." I was in a dark cave, I could see above the hole I had been dropped through,under my feet I heard the crunch of bones, wherever I had been left it wasn't a place people got back out of. The light was pretty low, making the dimensions of the cave barely visible, I couldn't tell if that was because this cave was in another cave or if it was night out. You would wonder how I went from discussing strategy with rebel leaders to being left in a cave underground, well the answer is I overshare way way too much (I know with all my admissions to crimes in this journal you'd think I'd learn to keep my mouth shut, but you see I'm writing this journal after these events, so of course I still haven't learned to be quiet).
So I was planning things out with Commander cranky pants when I let it casually slip I had once been an associate of Morley (something like "Well I'd think Morley wouldn't be that stupid") she asked how I knew him and I mentioned the previous association (cleaned up mind you I didn't tell her I was a necromancer or anything, I'm not that stupid). I left it at that and thought this was one of those "look Trezlan is useful because he knows the enemy" when I drank my drugged wine that night and wound up in the cave sometime later (look when you're drugged time doesn't make sense anywhere) it became apparent my allies didn't actually think I was worth much to be allied with.
So for those keeping track, I got lost for a couple weeks and when I finally caught up to the people I was supposed to be helping, they drugged me and left me in a cave to die to whatever creatures were hiding within. I tell you if I wasn't such an awful person I'd think I was being unfairly dealt with in the universe, but since I am, well I know I'm being correctly dealt with.
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