"So then I jumped off the top of the creatures mouth and lept straight into its gullet." I was at Valrym's Tavern, he was glowering at me from his position at the bar, but I was seated at a booth with Nidget and Andre and it was busy enough he could only just stare in dissapproval instead of being vocal about it.
"And you allowed this?" I had directed my question at Andre, he just shrugged his shoulders and continued drinking.
"So as I was saying, right down its throat I went!" Nidget and Andre had had a little trip of their own while I was out of town, I didn't share my story (partially because it dealt with Andre's church, partially because despite this lengthy journal sometimes I don't like telling people everything I do!)
"Sadly you appear to be no worse the wear." I finished my beer and Andre chuckled. Nidget gave me a nasty glare but continued on with his ridiculous story about slaying some kind of creature (as if you can kill something from the inside out...) As boring as the story turned out to be it was nice to be with people who talk with humor in their voice and who don't blatantly murder people without so much as looking at them twice (I mean we are all murderers don't get me wrong, we just aren't like Mordere). It was that return to normalcy that I appreciated. Like everything else in my life things don't stay the same for a long time, and so I take what I can get before things go to shit again as they always do.
So I drank my beer and listened to Nidget's stories and thought if that night could go on for a couple weeks I'd appreciate it, but no things like that never happen. Torture lasts forever, good times? They are but a leaf on the wind.
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