Failing at anything is completely unknown to me (yes this is a truth) so failing to deliver what should have been a simple weapon shipment and instead sitting outside of the Lork limits in a caravan of weapons was off putting. One because it made me a really big ole target for thieves, murderers, and politicians. Two I hate being in wagons, they smell, they are normally dirty, and no matter how you try and sleep on a weapon crate it never quite gives you that back support you crave (the only time I travel in a wagon is when I'm transporting weaponry). Three I realized that Lork had changed again and that made me really sad because it felt like I was just there (because I kind of was). While I was trying to come up with a fourth reason I was put off Hanlon showed up. Because of course he did.
"Trouble?"
"You did not inform me this was a weapon shipment for a rebellion and that Lork is now some kind of locked down city state."
"Well you didn't ask, and I'm shocked that rebels would want my weaponry, I tell you Trezlan I thought this was an honest delivery to a large group of men who just wanted them for personal protection." There was number four, Hanlon's smile is so off putting its hard to put into words (other than those ones).
"They aren't going to let me in you know."
"You could always blast your way in, though it would make it harder for the delivery to remain under the radar, don't worry Trezlan I'll come up with a new plan."
"That Terrifies me."
"Stop being you for just a bit, and don't worry, when have I ever let you down?" He emphasized the I and the you implying of course I had let him down plenty (which was not true at all, because I don't fail see above!) I have to say it was scary, because previous help from Hanlon had been anything but normal, and I didn't think this would be any different. Thankfully it wasn't some horrible flesh creature or anything, unthankfully it meant I got stuck in Lork, because of course I did!
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