Call me Zoltar

"Trezlan."

"Call me Zoltar."

Valrym sighed, I had been back in town for a couple days though obviously avoiding going to my shop overtly, or at least what I hoped was overtly.  "Zoltar," He shook his head at the name, "What are you doing?"

"Hiding." I had on a wig and I shaved my beard, I am a true master of disguise.

"From?"

"The Followers of Fire, or anyone who may try and kill me because of them."

"What did you do to piss them off?" It was morning, I had been staying at Valrym's tavern for a few days, this was his first attempt to talk to me, no one else was around.

"I don't know! I've been labeled a heretic and I haven't even done anything for them or two them for like a hundred years Val!" He sighed again.

"It makes me sad thats not an exageration necromancer."

"Look could you help me out here?"

"And what do you think I can do?"

"FIND OUT WHY THEY WANT TO KILL ME!"

"Shouldn't that be your job?"

"Well yeah, but you know in trying to find out they'll try and kill me!"

"Well if gets you out of my tavern faster tre err Zoltar, fine fine I'll find out why they are trying to kill you."

"You are a great friend."

"Don't say that I already feel queasy helping you again." And with that Valrym left me to seek out why people were trying to kill me.  Thinking back on it it was kind of funny to send the avatar of the earth god who had been basically killed to the Followers of Fire to figure out why they wanted to kill me. I need to remember these bits of hilarity more often, it does me good on the eve of being eaten by CANNIBAL SOMEONE SAVE TREZLAN!