A Marked Improvement

"I'm shocked." That's what I heard when the door swung open, it was also my line. The Marked One was there in all his one shoulder guard sewn up leather armor glory.

"Of all the tailoring and general knick knack stores you wonder into mine and claim to be shocked?" It was the best I could come up with on short notice, I was also working my fingers to the max to catch up on my tailoring orders. I was just about finished which was good considering who just walked into my door.

"You're one of the only people I know in this part of the world of course I'd swing in to meet you when I'm in the area." I noticed his blade was not on his back, I figured he had it hiding somewhere, probably to not give away he isn't exactly as he seems.

"Why are you in the area, isn't your entire power base in the lands of the west?"

"To an extent, though justice knows no bound of land, there was just some fall out from my direct interference into the brotherhood and the Gods felt it best I leave for a time while the people get over it." For a time probably meant hundreds of years, which for either me or the Marked one isn't that big of a deal (well other than the waiting, gods the waiting kills me when I'm hoping people forget about something... no I won't tell you what I'm waiting on, yes it was bad, no I don't feel bad about it).

"Aren't you worried the law will get out of hand in your absence?"

"There are other Marked One's to carry on my work. I'm also shocked that you actually are a tailor, I mean I know you said you were, but seeing you with needle and thread? This was well worth the journey." It was almost a sense of humor, almost.

"I'm glad that my labor amuses you."

"Yes it does, someone has malcontent and malicious as you creating frilly clothing? Its just made for my amusement." I was going to fight his characterization of me, but you know he wasn't wrong.

"So what do I call you here Marked One is so generic?"

"Oshujon."

"Is that your name? You can have one now?"

"No and no, thats just Marked One in an older language no one speaks in my countries anymore."

"Fair enough, so what do you want to do now that you're here?"

"Live Mr. Lorentino, I want to live." And so we did, which of course lead to us almost dying. Its weird how such a simple request can lead to a complicated everything. Story of my life, as I've written to you several times.