"Gentleman welcome to my trap." Large open ballroom area, multiple armed men, including two a piece flanking Mordere and myself (I was standing to Modere's right, the guy who had let us in was behind us). On the balcony was the guy Mordere wanted to kill who apparently knew that obviously. "I'm sad Mr. Mordere after all the trouble I set up putting a specific cage in the basement and you just stroll in the front door, oh well no bother I'm glad you're here..."
"Is he just going to talk like this the whole time?" Mordere was whispering to me, but it wasn't really needed the target was droning on without looking at us and I don't think he even heard anything about what we said anyway.
"Probably, if there's one thing I've found about evil people they love to talk."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"What's that blue shit in surrounding him." It was fairly faint but he did appear to be in some kind of bubble.
"Most likely a magic barrier, probably to stop your bullets."
"Think it'll work?"
"I have no idea you wield a pistol that is an extension of a god, I don't know if anything can stop its bullets."
"True, you think if I just shoot him the guards will just give up?"
"No."
"So you think we should wait till he finishes talking and then just shoot our way out."
"Sure better than my plan."
"What was your plan?"
"Fall asleep, hope when I wake up everything was taken care of."
"Trezlan I'm beginning to think you are a terrible everything."
"How nice of you to say that." And so we waited, I am not joking about us being able to have that conversation and the guy kept talking. He just went on and on and on. It was like me writing a journal entry. Except I stop from time to time, like now!
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