"Aelanes, I don't recall ordering a side of assholes with my beer." There were four of them, scars, and three cronies. The cronies looked like the fleeing type, scars looked like the type of person to be working for someone else.
"Perhaps we should ask the bartender who ordered them?"
"I do believe he fled my friend." He had, service employees always do, they are the first ones out the door, which is a sad statement on the help!
"Are you two finished?" Scars despite all the scars had a fairly normal way of talking, which is weird for a hulking man child like himself, they usually talk all gravely to be scary.
"Nah we're just getting started." We really were just getting started I mean I can go hours of being a wise ass and I have done so several times (usually while incarcerated). Unfortunately Scars like all low level muscle decided to rush us for the insolence of talking. His rush attack like every mark on his body previous was ill advised, Aelanes tripped him slamming his head into the bar (thus destroying the bar with ease it was apparently built entirely of the weakest wood ever). His three friends as I guessed ran away. Aelanes put his blade to his neck and I crouched down to have a conversation.
"And now is when you tell us who sent you and why they sent you."
"Screw you both." Aelanes wanted to inflict a superficial cut but I shook my head.
"You see Aelanes this is when the low level muscle acts tough to us to reestablish himself as a still dominant force to be reckoned with, its partly to save face among the filth he travels in, and partly because he views us as less of a threat than what we are."
"How then do we impress upon this fellow that we are more dangerous to him than we appear?"
"Ordinarily I'd kill one of his henchman probably with fire to show him I'm not messing around, sadly his friends ran off and I can't really just grab an asshole off the street to kill him, just rude." Scars smiled seemingly pleased we would not break him.
"We could always cut off his penis, I'm sure that would get his attention." Again I felt at times Aelanes was more than well trained enough to take on my duties should something horrible happen to me. Scars did not like the solution being offered.
"Cut a bit too quick, I was thinking along the lines of burn." I made my hand of flame and suddenly Scars felt very very talkitive.
"Sidir sent me!"
"Ahh feeling more talkative now?" I extingued my hand flame (because it does hurt a little bit, like a mild sting).
"He wanted me to kill the young one and bring you to him, he knows who you are Lorentino."
"My reputation preceeds me I'm touched."
"You'll be dead Sidir will kill..." Aelanes cut his throat, a bit of an early reaction.
"Aelanes you need to learn to not jump the gun now he can't tell us where Sidir lives." I knelt closer and started to gather my power.
"I'm sorry Trezlan I'm sure someone else might know."
"Oh not to worry he can't tell us, but he'll definately give us the information." Scars blood leaking out of throat eyes went wide as I placed a hand on his chest and sucked the life right out of him. Necromancy as always is a solution to all of lifes ills. Aelanes looked away, even not knowing what I was doing I think he could see it was not a nice thing. Sidir as it turned out shockingly also wasn't a very nice person, we finally had our evil, it just took a little bit to find it (as is the case with any good case of evil).
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