"How long are you going to lay in the mud?" The voice was in my head slow, like each word took a few seconds to come about but they were clear.
"I'm guessing you are the monster in the lagoon." I stood up because the jig was up as it were, that and I was tired of laying down in mud.
"Monster? Such a tired word for something so grand. I am no monster, anymore than you are good at playing dead."
"What gave me away?"
"Your heat mud thing, I could feel it pulsing as you lay there, also your breath never stopped." Damn and here I thought I was the best at playing dead ever. I couldn't make out the size of the creature, I figured it was buried deep in grotto, probably more in the mud than not, which meant I had no idea of the size of the beast nor where its tentacles may be buried.
"So I figure you do not want to eat me."
"No I do not, you are prey for the master, and the master does not know of me at this time, I'd like to keep it that way, which is why you should leave my grotto." He refered to Quinton as the master, so that at least denoted there was ownership here, of something probably.
"What are you?"
"A monster," It was weird for a toneless voice in my head to be sarcastic, but here it was sarcasm from a voice in my head.
"I deserved that."
"You and your kind have a limited understanding of whats in this world, but know that I mean to cause you no harm as long as you do the same, but should you remain here the master will come and that will be an issue for me."
"So if I stay here."
"I'll eat you."
"Fair enough." It was fair as far as offers go.
"Here take this." From within the grotto a thin blade was ejected, it landed and stuck in the mud near my feet.
"Why are you helping me?" I took up the blade noting it ornate handle and engraved blade, someone had loved the sword a lot before it wound up in the gullet of a monster.
"The master will hunt me soon, possibly after hunting you, I'd hope for you to at least wound him before that time comes, now go you push my patience." And so I was armed with a sword from the gullet of a monster (well I asumme it came from his stomach, maybe he had a chest under the water with him filled with swords). I had hoped for a revolver as I was sure my host would use one against me, but alas beggers can't be choosers and I still had my magic (or so I thought...) But that as always will be the next entry.
On the vermin note, they are gone, now the huge birds that eat the vermin are around and they are causing more problems. I swear this is like some great joke by the gods that each problem gets taken care of by a more annoying problem. Therod of course still blames me!
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