The Winds of Annoyance

"So then I killed the flesh god." I was on my fourth Ale and Valrym was on his fourth role of his eyes, it was a very fourthy kind of day. Snow had come to Rosetia and with it less travelers and more cold and time on our hands. I'd spent most of my time at Valrym's tavern killing flagons and telling stories.  He spent the majority of the time just humoring me, because my coin was good.

"Right of course you did Trezlan, another ale?"

I looked at my current empty beer for a moment and decided one more wouldn't kill me probably, "Sure I don't have anything else to do."

"So it would seem, don't you have to run that store of yours at some point?"

"Nah Nidget's doing that mostly, he's good at selling things, or reverse stealing, either way I get money and have little to do, frees up my time to spend it with friends."

"You have some of those?"

"I'm so hurt Valrym you wound me." I was ready to wallow my sorrows in more ale when the door blew open and a tall thin young man in a crisp suit and flamboyant hat stepped in.  And the door did really blow open, like the wind decided all at once no door should be closed ever.

"So a disciple of death and the avatar of earth walk into a bar." The young man had the confidence of someone who knew life was his for the taking, of course he was also a god and "young" was just an illusion.

"Devuin whatever did I do to be inflicted with your company?"

"I'm not a disciple of," I paused the words were harder to come by the four previous ales having done damage to my vocabulary, "Death." My word finished I had a satified look on my face, well I assumed I did, I tried to be all satisfied.

"Right my good man you are not a disciple more just a sampler of his numerous platters!" With that he slapped me on the back and turned his attention to Valrym. "And what I'm doing here is seeing one of my distant sort of cousins right? I can't swing in and see you during my favorite time of the year."

"No no you can not we had this conversation the last time you blew in here."

"Oh don't be like that, besides you'll want to hear what I have to say! Things are changing Val you might be able to come back on the upswing if you'll just listen and let me talk."

And with that I came to learn that gods, just like regular people, hate seeing relatives as well for the exact same reason.  They always want something that you don't want to give them.