"THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" Mr. Clean suit had lost his cool, I could see the fraying edges around his personality immeadiately (and not just because he was yelling at me). I brought back his money, I just told him Hanlon told me he wasn't interested. He was completely unreasonable, and I don't know why. I mean not every one wants to do business with revolutionaries that are clearly unstable and possibly failure prone, also Hanlon for whatever reason seemed to be especially not willing to work with this group.
"I showed him the money, he didn't bite."
"My men reported you never met with Hanlon Trezlan."
"You're men are bad at paying attention, I met with him, we talked shop, he said no, I suspect we are done here." About here is when I felt every muscle in my body tense up and then I hit the floor like a dumb sack of potatos.
"If I can't do it the easy way I'll do it the hard way, this will go bad for you Lorentino." With that he ordered his men to pick me up and away I was drug to some horrific cellar area that smelled worse than the camp before and had a constant water drip that drove me more crazy than being shackled alone under the ground. I tell you at times I think my curiosity for situations gets the better of me. I should in the future just burn everyone and call it a day, but no I'm an idiot and I just have to know "How bad can this get?" REALLY FREAKING BAD TREZLAN STOP WONDERING!
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