"So what did you think?"
"The most boring thing I'd ever seen, and I've seen some pretty boring things, things you wouldn't believe, they are nothing compared to the utter boredom of your little gathering of creepy people who smell funny." We had just passed out of one of several alley's leading back to our hotel, I stepped over a down on his luck gambler (of which the city has several thousand at any given time).
"You didn't even find it interesting on the people watching front?" I did actually, such a collection of horrible stereotypes of dirty people together was a sight to behold, but I couldn't tell Nidget that.
"Not in the slightest." He actually seemed kind of bummed, I was going to tell him I was joking when the gambler I stepped over earlier lifted Nidget up in the air and held a knife to his throat, I turned to face him when three other guys game at us from the direction we had been walking, we were caught in a pincer attack.
"Give us the cards and you won't get hurt." That was the gambler, weaponry was a mix match of meele stuff and pistols, not Hanlon, but just because they were of poor quality doesn't mean they can't kill.
"Trezlan this is your department."
"It is?" I was supposed to be a bodyguard, I didn't actually think he meant it.
"Put your weapons on the ground grandpa." Again with the grandpa line, one of the guys that was now behind me disarmed me, well tried to, you should never ever touch a magic user, I believe I've said this several times. I snatched his hand twisting it back and drained the life right out of him, he screamed, causing the other two guys to come running up their guns shaking in their hands, I burned through the emasciated husk of the poor robber who tried to take my pistol and they screamed their last moments in agony. Turning to the gambler I had my pistol drawn and the hammer back.
"What were you saying about grandpa?" My face had changed, youth injecting itself back in, he screamed and dropped his knife and Nidget running away, I shot him a few times in the back and then walked over for a head shot just to be sure (you never want to leave a man alive to come for revenge, as I prove everytime to my enemies).
"How was that for body guarding!" Four dead people, and I felt younger than I had in a while, because I was!
"Late." Nidget much like me to him, never gives me an inch. I could see from his wide eyes though, seeing me do necromancy not exactly something he expected.
"If only I had been instructed better I might have been more on time, now lets get out of here before someone from the Guard wanders by, that kind of magic is certainly not allowed." Even in the Red Hand that kind of magic wasn't allowed (the necromancy, roasting people alive? Perfectly fine!). We made it back to Nidget's hotel room and I felt like solid gold money, of course I still had the screaming memories of a vagrant sell sword rattling around in my head, but hey these are the sacrifices we make for youth. Well I make for youth, other people just die, because they are silly!
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