"You know covered in ash you almost look like me."
"I look like a scraggly bearded sort of bald guy that hasn't bathed in a while?" Did I mention Mordere is a casual dick before? Like other people go through effort, but Mordere was literally just listing his observations of me there and it was incredibly dickish.
"I meant you were kind of darker looking covered in ash, but thanks for listing all my faults."
"Those weren't all your faults." Again incredibly dickish. We started walking back to the beach, I didn't bother to loot Hilda's shack because honestly witch crap is all spooky bullshit best left to rot.
"I really hope the person who paid you for this wasn't a dignified looking old lady, because I got some bad news on that front."
"Saved me the trip if you killed her sister, and even if I accepted a contract from a witch, which I wouldn't, I always get the money up front." The lessons you learn from a contract murderer, and I was sad to hear that I was worse than he was in that he wouldn't take a witch's contract.
"So this was a Fire God kill?"
"Well I did burn down her forest, but yes Hilda and her sister have been on our lists for a while, some kind of ritual thing a long time ago no one seemingly remembers exactly why, I just figured it was time to close the books."
"How Polite of you."
"It was a shame so many animals had to die in the fire, but who knows what horrible the witch had done to them, so it's probably for the best, besides scavenger birds will eat hearty for at least a week." Would it come as a surprise that Mordere really likes birds? I'd figure not, I mean they kill exactly like he does, out of nowhere and for seemingly no reason. We arrived at the boat, the child was about to make a comment I saw her lips move and then Mordere's bullet splattered the upper half of her head into the water. I did notice that instead of blood it was a black goo that withered out of her like so much broken egg yoke, I also noticed the blackness hissed when it hit my boat and sank it shortly thereafter.
"So that happened." I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Trezlan do you understand how dangerous that creature was?"
"I had it shackled."
"The only thing that saved your life."
"Do I really want to know what it was?"
"No, no you do not." And so I did not learn what the not a child was, thankfully Mordere offered me a way off the island, unthankfully (is that a word? Now it is) he wanted something. Because that's how my life is.
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