There is nothing quite like emerging from a sewer reeking of shit and seeking a place to clean up. Its like being set free from a prison you didn't know you were in till that point. Sure the shocked gasps from passersbye makes you feel a bit more of a spectacle than you would intend, but you are free from Sewananicus grasp and that is really the more important thing at that particular moment.
Now I should have been concerned with Mordere at this point, but I was not because I WAS FREE! I did manage to find a bathhouse and laundry (thankfully despite not bringing weapons I brought money, because I was in a city and money is the true weapon). So I was able to get clean and my clothes also cleaned, which is extremely important at all times. Emerging from the laundry clothed and ready to face the trials of my life I returned to my store to find it not burnt to the ground nor surrounded by an angry mob of stupidity. Here is where instead of looking for Mordere I just decided to return to work and ignore that he was ever my problem to begin with.
Look I admitted it there that takes personal responsiblity off me entirely! That's how it works! Its all good in the end Mordere made his court date, I testified it was a valid shooting the judge (a real one not the made up kind the Red Hand used) agreed with the facts and he got his property and standing back (and thus the crowds kept far away). All in all it was one of those episodes of my life that confirms I lead a really weird existence.
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