Despite initial no interest, the wetern relics started flying off my shelves (I say relics I have no idea what they were, some kind of cheap stone statue I picked up by a guy who was more than happy to take some precious coins for a huge sack of them). They were carved in a blue stone and depicted various figures of Western lore (having seen some of their gods thats mostly who they were). I'll admit I had to convince people they were good luck charms to actually sell the product, but maybe they were! I mean sure the gods of the lands of the west were pricks and believed in a really warped view of justice, but I'm sure they had good parts too, I mean they got worshipped for a reason right? It's all not really that relevant to my story today, but in case you wanted to know that yes I do actually sell things to keep paying for all the stupid things that people drag me into, there you go. In fact I was waving good bye to a customer when Captain Therod again entered my store and took up my valuable time!
"Captain did you think about these western good luck charms?" I had bumped into her during my sales pitch before and she had quite rudely told me where I could put the charm (it was an uncomfortable place).
"No Mr. Lorentino if I ever buy something from you it will have been on accident."
"Hurtful Captain." As a merchant its always a shame to hear a potential client say she'll never be a client, but you know never say never!
"What do you know about Tax Collection?" It was an odd question, I mean I'd recently paid mine, talked about how I liked paying taxes, but outside of that? Nothing.
"Someone does it? The money gets to the people who need it? The world keeps turning?" To say I was confused was putting it mildly.
"Do you know who your collector normally is?"
"Short guy with a mustache? I think thats the real guy I hope thats the real guy." I hadn't though about it, but man what a scam, tell people you are the property tax guy and then just take their money (not that I would ever do such a thing).
"Yeah that's Jenkins, you don't know where he hangs out do you?" It dawned on me why she was asking, the short guy was missing.
"You mean the man I described by facial hair? Yeah I have no clue about where that guy goes when he's not taking my money, doesn't your government have something like that?" I'm sure Ronerawth did, or does, or will.
"No! Its so frustrating, Jenkins has been missing for two weeks and no one has seen the guy, no one even knew him! They just knew he collected money and returned with it, that was all anyone knew, well that and his name, I don't even know his first name! Or if Jenkins is his first name."
"Wow now I'm feeling dumb for having given my money to someone know one really knows."
"You are so not helping me."
"Can't you talk this out with your guard people, like one of your underlings?" It seemed strange for her to come to me with this, then again when anyone brings anything to me its weird.
"No one cares about Jenkins! And you seem to be the only person who will get involved in stupid things unrelated to you." A precise telling of my life if I ever heard one.
"Damn when you're right you're right, ok ok start from the beginning when did someone notice Jenkins was missing?" And so it came to be I went on a hunt for a person I pay my taxes too, yeah life is weird like that.
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