"I don't think this plan will work." We had made a detour to spruce up Mordere's clothing. His usual cotton shirt with prominent gun holster didn't scream "diplomatic aid" to me, more like trained killer, and while one can be the other I still wanted to at least give the illusion we weren't simply there to kill the master of the house. On top of that I wanted to see the latest Ronerawth fasions! Sue me the Guard has terrible choice in fashion sense and their country has been garbage, there is no flare at all in their clothing!
"You don't trust me at all."
"You are correct Mr. Lorentino, also I've read your file, you frequently get captured, tortured, escape to screw up again."
"Your church wrote all that stuff down? That wounds me." Even if it was true, which it sadly is, thats still hurtful!
"Not exactly hidden your record, you made the papers once when you escaped a councilman and went on a murder spree. Trezlan you are many things but a planner has never been one of them." We were almost to the house of the target and I too felt a pang of regret.
"And yet here you are walking with me in a fanciful robe."
"Lack of a plan on my own part, the rear basement window wasn't exactly a sterling plan, I also like the feel of this fabric." The last bit had me turn in surprise I almost saw a smile from Mordere, almost. We arrived at the door and with great regret I used the knocker out front. We had come too far to turn back, well we hadn't really, but you know in for a dumb, in for the whole gods damned stupid. Yes thats my new phrase do you like it?
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