Post Shamanar World

"So Shamanar?"

"Was just and old mind controlling magic user of some kind, probably at one point he had a cult and wanted to have another one, he used Nidget to get me and then once he dominated me he would probably then go about getting other followers."

"And Nidget's blue skin?"

"Probably something he ate while mentally influenced, though I don't know of anything that turns your skin blue, clearly it was temporary as he's back to normal now."

"What about the book that started all of this?"

"An old rotten journal from what I can tell, I don't even know if Nidget really went and got it, or if Shamanar had just wanted to test if he had mind controlled Nidget, either way I did not touch it per a friend's suggestion, who knows what was really in it."

"Another beer?"

"Naturally." I was in Valrym's tavern, which had moved from being on the outskirts of town to being pretty much in a large block (still it was its own building amongst a couple four story buildings).  Despite him not really being a huge fan of my previous works we had patched things up, and by patched things up I mean I got pretty drunk and just told him about what had gone on with my life. I think he was more trapped listening to me rather than wanting to, but such is the problem of being a businessman (I have the same issue when I'm tailoring suits for people, they yammer on and on like I care).

"What I don't get, well several things, but the most prominent is what about the dreams? Why did he dream that he was going to die?" At least Valrym was engaging me, he could hvae just listened and then wandered off like I do, look I'll admit I'm terrible at paying attention.

"Nidget's a bad guy, probably has bad dreams because he's a bad guy.  I can't tell you how many dreams I have where people threaten to kill me in really creepy detail." Yes these dreams were new, yes I was trying to write them off as bad dreams, no it wasn't working.

"Well you do have the stench of death on you Trezlan, though its stronger than it was before, new cologne?" There was the old Valrym I knew and disliked.

"I'm just glad you noticed." That was the end of our conversation.  I continued drinking, Valrym moved on to the no other customers in his tavern at six in the morning.  I tell you I don't think people are as dedicated as I am to drinking properly!