I don't know why everytime I return home I expect some kind of welcoming comittee. I mean I think pretty highly of myself (that much is obvious of course) so I guess when I'm gone I figure people notice, but for the most part they do not. I returned to my store Nidget waved (with all of his fingers even which was nice) and I put away what little I'd returned home with (apparently the horse I had set out with had returned weeks before, Nidget just assumed I got killed didn't even set up a fake grave or anything). After that stirling reception I decided to swing into the Flagon Slayer and kill the rest of my night drinking.
"You couldn't have stayed in the afterlife Trezlan?" Valrym was such a pleasant server on my return.
"Nah I have so much to live for, besides if I wanted to stay in an afterlife I'd prefer one that is eternal pleasure, not conflict."
"There is no afterlife that is eternal pleasure."
"Man you gods suck, I can see why you're all going to be gone some day."
"So will you Lorentino." He turned around and went to help other customers and I sat at my end of the bar drinking, a usual night for Trezlan Lorentino. Therod would swing by later chastised me for not paying my property taxes (she was still having to collect them apparently, I had forgotten this, or didn't care enough to remember, take your pick) and then told me she was going to keep an eye on me. So it was like I never left in the first place which is just about how I like my life. Crazy enough to keep me on my toes, steady enough that despite being on my toes I can still reliably guess where things are going. Which is usually awful, because I live in a world of pain, suffering, and gods damned shorties.
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