"Don't come back." That was Therod's very polite greeting toward me upon exiting my ten day jail stay. Its not like I wanted to spend ten days in jail (It doesn't mean I won't break the law, just means I'll try harder not to get caught, obviously), so the implication that I intentionally got sent to jail was ludicrous! She did at least hand me back my sword (hilariously since its actually a powerful magical artifact, but it doesn't look it and she's not some kind of evil creature so she'd never know). So I was protected in the city again (I don't normally carry a revolver in city limits, the temptation to shoot everyone is too great, killing a man with a sword is more work, see idiots of Rosettia you are saved by my lazyness). I was on my way back to my shop when a young man approached me. I could tell he wasn't a native of the guard/red hand lands, by his manor of dress (light fabrics not the heavy duty crap all the plebians where I live love to wear, swear to gods you idiots one reason you smell so awfully is the heavy layers!) and skin color, slighly orange, which spoke more to the people from the east. Well that and his obviously eastern accent (hard to explain an accent, but its very noticeable).
"Master Lorentino." That immediately tensed me up, the only people who call me master are either delusional or looking for money. Sometimes combined into two (delusional money seekers also known as the governement). I looked around to make sure he was the only person, I did note he was carrying a weird sword but no other armament (weird in that it was a fairly long, but exceptionally thin looking blade, which spoke again of being from the east).
"Not so loud kid you might clue the beggars into who I really am." Who am I really? Who are any of us, ponder that and get back to me!
"I'm sorry sir." Referring to me in reverence, another huge red flag.
"What do you want?" I looked around again to make sure I wasn't being followed and he wasn't the set up guy.
"To learn from you master, I have come to be your disciple." That was one of the most terrifying things I've ever heard from someone and I was confused once for the father of someones child ("confused" in that someone was trying to scam me). Though honestly it is sad it took this long for someone to want to learn from the great Trezlan Lorentino. I mean I've tried to teach Nidget all of my wisdom but he does that thing where he talks with his hand implying what I'm saying is not worth listening to. Like an ass. Anyway, read the next entry to learn he wasn't trying to be a necromancer (a tragedy if I never heard one, no one should seek necromancy).
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