"Don't even think about talking to that guy." Mordere had finished his business negotiations, the smoking corpses of the corrupted he had killed had been pitched from the train, and the debris that had blocked the tracks allowing them to get on board had been cleared.
"Two things. A. Why would you assume I wanted to talk to that guy? And B. Why not?" Nidget and I were still seated, waiting for a chance to get back our weapons from the pile people were taking their stuff (and hopefully just their stuff I mean it would suck to survive one robbery to get robbed again).
"Because you're an idiot for the first part, and for the second because he's a sin."
"Nidget I care not for this earthly gods garbage." I let the idiot part slide because well at times I am one, take for instance coming with Nidget on this train ride.
"Not a sin like that you dick, no he's an Assassin, one of the Fire God's errand boys, trust me Trezlan the less you see of him the longer your horrible life will be."
"I'm touched you actually care Nidget." I was briefly.
"Yeah no, I don't want you bringing him over here, he saw me briefly once and I don't want him figuring out I'm better dead than hanging around."
"And just like that the moment is gone." We got our weapons back and resumed our seat as the train started back up. The rest of our train ride was uneventful, as was my rearrival in Lork, it had once again become a bastion of sin and misery it had always been, this time even bigger and more sinful than before. Nidget had somehow gotten a very nice room (we had to share, but there were two seperate bedrooms in the suite so it wasn't like sharing the same bed). I began to suspect like most things in Nidget's life he had come by this competition dishonestly... And I was right, but you know how I roll tomorrow blah blah blah.
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