The Curse of Shamanar

"So you stole something and you got cursed that sound about right?" I had lit a lamp and after stifling all the chuckles at Nidgets blue appearence finally got around to him telling me how I can resolve his issue.

"It was more complicated than that Trezlan." Nidget was sitting on the ground (I had no chairs, or furniture, its always the simple things you forget when starting over), he seemed moderately annoyed at me guessing at what had happened.

"All right enlighten me."

"Ok so I was took on a job to aquire an object."

"Steal."

"Aquire," He made sure to highlight aquire, again he was stealing it, "The object was a holy book to a god named Shamanar..."

"Wait Shamanar? I've litterally never heard of this god." And here I thought I knew everything, well I tell people I know everything, same thing really.

"You are just going to interupt me this whole time aren't you?"

"Yes."

"So anyway this book, was apparently though lost during the war, but I found it fairly easily, it was at monastery on the coast. I thought maybe the monks had been killed or something, because it appeared empty when I got inside and the book was just waiting on a pedestal."

"And that didn't cause you to worry at all that the book was just sitting out in the open like that and no one else had ever taken it?"

"Nope."

"Gods you're an idiot, continue."

"So I grabbed the book, see it wasn't even stealing it was just out in the open! And gave it to the guy who wanted it, not a damn day later my skin was blue and my dreams are plagued with people telling me I'm going to die."

"So you need me to bring the book back and hopefully uncurse you? Sounds simple enough."

"One problem uhh the guy I gave the book to still has it, and he uhh doesn't have a problem with whats about to happen to me."

"So you need me to get the book back and then return it? Still shouldn't be that hard."

"The guy who has it runs a cult up in the mountains of a stronghold." Nidget blurted it out like a child telling you they just pissed on the floor.

I stared at him for a second, rubbed my beard and then said, "I hate you so much Nidget."