"You can see why that ring is actually mine." It had been a couple hours for him to tell this story and I felt well bored for one, and then angry for another.
"So I asked you who Travania really is, and the best you can tell me is he's all scarred up and he may have been a slave to the Red Hand at one point maybe." I tried to keep my anger not like really shown on my face, but you know its really hard to do that WHEN YOU ARE SO ANGRY!
"Well I was mainly trying to establish why you should just give me that ring."
"NIDGET I'M SO ANGRY WITH YOU RIGHT NOW THIS IS MY REALLY ANGRY VOICE!"
"Well then get out!" He threw me out, well more pointed toward the door and in my rage I left. I should have known that Nidget would just waste my time. ITS WHAT HE DOES (well that and try and get my killed repeatedly). So I stormed out of the slum he lives in, went back to my shop and totally did not pout. There was not pouting.
Ok maybe some pouting, but damn it I earned some pouting. I realize I then inflicted his story on you poor journal for days at a time, but I SPREAD MISERY AROUND TO FEEL BETTER! See thats my big secret. Whew I feel better now, think I'll have a sandwhich and continue hating Nidget.
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