The Pointless Defense of Brownwater

"You know if only we had someone who can cast fire this would be easier." We had ducked behind the bar (strong wooden construction and access to alcohol if I was going to die because of Trezlan I wanted to go out drunk) bullets followed right after us, well bullets and harsh language

"Trezlan is not actually here Nidget, he can not hear you insulting him."

"Its for me Andre I need to say this." Going unsaid is when I complain I wish Andre was around when I'm in trouble, which is frequent as well. Bullets had started to shatter some of the bottle above us, which made me glad Trezlan wasn't there, because he'd probably accidentally set us on fire.

"What's going..." The lone child bartender appeared and immeadiately got shot in the face.  I felt kind of stupid, here we were supposed to be protecting this kid and he just got killed.  I tell you its enough to make me almost wish I'd followed Trezlan to wherever he went, almost.

"Well this whole defense became pointless."

"They still want to kill us Nidget, its not like we can tell them they have successfully killed the one townsperson and sorry about murdering your friends."

"We didn't kill anyone that was all Trezlan."

"And he's not here."

"I swear that guy has luck on luck."

"I have 8 bullets for my rifle, how about you?"

"6 in the pistol and like 5 crossbow bolts."

"The Fire God will welcome us as heroes."

"Yeah idiotic heroes." That's the problem with being the associate of a guy who believes dying in battle to be the ultimate good. HE KEEPS WANTING TO DIE! At least Trezlan has self preservation down to a cowardly science.