Nidget here interrupting Trezlan's inane rambling to fill you in on what happened after he left us like the total dick he is. To bring us back to where he left us, Trezlan had just freed us and set fire to the group of bandits around us. We had snatched our weapons conveniently piled next to us and Andre and Myself ran for a defensible position and Trezlan just ran away like the cowardly jack ass he is.
"He's not coming back is he?" Andre said while gravely lifting his shield up and scouting the area for some kind of defendable place to take on the bandits.
"Yep pretty much, I mean frankly its surprising he stuck around this long." Trezlan is a lot of things, a hero is not one of them, hell a man of character is not one of them, you think most of this journal has any truth to it? I doubt it. We had ran into the bar, because another wooden building with flammable liquid in it seemed like a really good idea (well we got rid of Trezlan, so we were marginally safer). The bandits set up outside and immediately started firing, their portly leader had survived Trezlan's fire attack though he did sound in pain, so he didn't come through completely unharmed.
"This will not end well." Andre is normally not very optimistic, I guess it comes with being a devote believer in a god of war. It did not end well, but that will have to wait till I can find some more ink. I tell you its like Trezlan locks up writing supplies when he leaves because he knows I put stuff in his journal! I do because you do, you little ass.
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