"So I sunk a pirate ship, booked passage on that merchant vessel and I returned home."
"Trezlan do you ever, ever consider I don't want to hear what you claim you did when you aren't here?"
"No Val, because that would imply I care what you think."
"You're such a dick, I'd ban you for life, but you'd probably kill yourself, somehow get resurrected and then claim since you died I'd have to let you back in."
"Nonsense I'd just ignore you'd banned me and you'd forget after a hundred years or so."
"Hate you so much Lorentino." Valrym just loves me. I swear he claims to hate my stories yet he always asks me about them. I mean I don't include those parts because obviously I am a modest man, but know that every time I return he raptly sits at his end of the bar and demands I tell him about my travels. Swear to whatever gods you believe in that is absolutely true. I was happy I was away for all the rebuilding things going on in town, because I guess they had a real bad issue with vermin I missed out on. Therod also staged four separate public executions of traitors which was really depressing (I knew three of those people, they were kind of dicks).
My shop was in good order. Nidget had returned to working and gave me all the orders for stuff people wanted (seriously people asked me all the time to get new stuff in, I continued to tell them I sell what I sell stop acting like I care, the request kept coming). Upon my return he told me he was going on vacation and I waved him off, because to me that little bastard is always on vacation (ignore that he works more often than I do, ok done). So things were back to the way they should be and my vacations were all done for the time being.
And for the next two hundred years nothing ever changed... Just kidding, two freaking days later something stupid happened. Swear to gods.
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