"I'm bored Trezlan." Nidget was in my shop pacing around like he just got bad news, the pitter of his feet on the boards amused me in a way I really can't qualify.
"And yet you feel the need to bother me anyway." I was reading the paper, it was amazing how fast things had calmed down post war, and how quickly things like free press had become. Both Ronerawth and the Red Hand had never been one for letting papers just print whatever, but the Guard saw that differently and didn't feel the need to regulate what morons who print papers think. And so papers like the Rosettia Herald (Herald being that jerk who tells you things are coming, its very appropriate) was born.
"We should be doing something Trezlan, taking on the world finding our fortunes..."
"Getting a job that doesn't involve pestering me while I read the paper."
"You've grown complacent! Where's the desire to roam Trezlan? Where's the desire to fight the good fight?"
"Sleep on uncomfortable ground, risk my life for no reason, end up not playing a signifigant part in anything."
"Could you at least stop reading the paper and look at me." I could tell from his voice he thought it was insulting the way I was casually dismissing him, which is a big reason for me doing it. I kept on reading the paper and I heard him leave out the door. I'd have felt bad, but I really did not want to get involved with whatever he wanted me to get involved with, because thats not the kind of thing I did anymore. I was trying to make my life as a normal shop owner, no more crazy adventures, no more rushing off in the middle of the night to save the world. Of course that didn't actually happen, but for one whole year I was living the boring dream!
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