"The Fire God is always watching over me it seems." He hadn't said a thing since he said he needed me, and we were well on our way to a new destination when he spoke again (his boat was a small sail boat, so we first had to get it moving which didn't allow for a lot of talk, he was now standing at the rudder surveying the landscape).
"You believe she has a plan for you?" I'm always intrigued by the Followers of Fire, they are a warlike group with a strange honor system that seemingly changes as often as forest fire. One week they can't kill other Followers, the next they are murdering a whole group in a purge for heresy. They are odd to say the least.
"No, and she doesn't speak to me if that's your question, but it does seem that my goals are often supported by fortune, and I can only assume thats her work." For most people I'd think they were confusing coincidence with divine intervention, but with Mordere? I'd say he might have been on to something.
"You said you needed me for something?" I tried to get the conversation back on track, I was also a little bit alarmed because we weren't headed back to the Guard lands, we were going south, to Ronerawth, a place I was not welcome last I checked.
"Yes, you know the inner workings of Ronerawth, before you object, yes I'm aware you have been exiled, no I do not care, and yes its been a while, but you have more knowledge than I or my organization." I hate when people already address my arguments before I can make them.
"You aren't going to kill the emperor are you?" He actually laughed, I was kind of worried what was funny about that.
"No, I plan on killing someone with real power, and you are going to help." I can't tell you how overjoyed I was to be on this journey, super overjoyed, it was the max joy one person can have.
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