Trezlan Is Useless

"We're doomed Nidget, absolutely doomed there is nothing we can do to survive this!" Trezlan was reacting about as good as he normally does to any slight bit of difficulty. I casually survey the battlefield. We were in a stone underground lair type thing, the usual place I expect to find Trezlan when he's not selling over priced garbage to idiots, the only way in was blocked by a bunch of pissed off cultists with various knives and swords, apparently being part of the cult was ignoring modern technology all together. Trezlan was shirtless, but uninjured, which was a shame because if anyone deserved a little torture, its him.

So I calmly stepped forward and started my murder dance, I'm a master of murder you see. People always overlook shorty's and we take this and use it like a hard edge to fine tune our hatred of all of you tall people. There were stabbing, there were slicings, and when it was all said and done I was wearing a new shade of red to my outfit if you catch my drift. Trezlan stood in the corner crying in fear.

So that's the story, I don't know why Trezlan wanted me to tell it to you it doesn't show him in a nice light. Then again that's every story involving Trezlan. We got away and I hoped he learned something about trusting cults, he didn't I'm sure. Because Trezlan is a stupid man child. I'm sure the next entry he'll countermand everything I said, but you know he's a liar, so expect that! EXPECT HIS LIES!