Have you ever met someone who always carries an umbrella? I don't just mean when its cloudy out, I mean like everyday rain or shine? I hadn't until the Lork trip and now I kind of wonder what I'm missing out on. I like to consider myself prepared at all times, but I never carry an umbrella. I guess despite being caught out in the rain several times I don't like to bring an umbrella, it feels like giving up. Like walking around with an unsheathed weapon, you're basically admitting the world sucks and it's going to rain on you, and that's not my optimistic view on life! This will become more apparent later on why this is a thing I'm wondering.
"Hello there." He was of course holding an umbrella though it wasn't raining at all, and hadn't rained in the past few days. Other than the umbrella he had on fairly normal rancher looking clothes, jeans, button up shirt, a pistol in a gunslinger set up on his left hip. All fairly normal for a rancher, though again the umbrella was out of place.
"Stay where you are I'm armed." I had no idea who this person was, and why he had an umbrella, I just knew thieves can be sneaky bastards.
"Hold on there fella, I'm here to help."
"With an umbrella, doesn't look like rain."
"Rain can be sneaky like that, doesn't look like its going to pour and then then next thing you know you're in a storm you have no idea was even there." You could extend this to be a metaphor of my life, if you were a jerk!
"I think I'll be ok." He was now in the open face was slightly tanned, so he did at times either lower the umbrella or that was his natural skin color (look as a person of color I have to admit I can tell nothing of other peoples ancestry.
"Trezlan Hanlon sent me to help you, let me do that."
"Well why didn't you say that to start?"
"I wanted to be polite." And so I met Alontor the man with an umbrella and a smile. He was the nicest rebel leader that ever slit a man's throat while his family watched I'd ever met. And no that's not a metaphor.
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