"And so you are done here for a time Mr. Lorentino, say at least five years." The inspector was so nice he saw Nidget and I to the docks and even booked passage on a ship out of town. True we were going back to a warzone but compared to murderous cults, and fear monsters this was the better play. I mean war I can deal with, stupid beaurocracy? Completely out of my hands.
"Well its been really awful, so five years sounds like on the low side for my return." I don't believe he thought I was who I claimed to be (no one ever believes I'm Trezlan, well aside from nutty cultists and even then I can get them to question their belief).
"Yeah your hospitality sucks." Nidget just had to get in a parting shot. The inspector just did a little wave and walked off.
"He was kind of rude you know."
"Did he torture you too?"
"Yes the seat I was placed on had no cushion it was brutal." Nidget looked at me cross and walked toward the boat. The lands of the west are always a place I'll think of fondly. Mostly because I remember what I want to remember of the place and not what its actually like, much like everything else I do. My favorite places are the ones I'm not currently in.
No comments:
Post a Comment