"And so I'll get out of this like I did that don't worry so much." I was finishing telling a tale of grand intrigue to myself when the not so firmly pressed suit man showed up, three guards were in tow, but me being shackled and insane probably didn't need the extra guys.
"Trezlan I'm glad to see you're as crazy as advertised." I've always felt I don't have my best foot forward in the world, this apparently is not lost on people who would lock me up in cellars. He then turned to the me I felt was me but probably should have known was not me.
"Wait you can see my own crazy?" Have to admit this was a moment where I thought I'd fully gone and lost it. Like in this brief moment I was wondering if everything up to this point was some kind fever dream while I was dying somewhere else. And then the not me rippled and became someone else, so not madness a shape shifter.
"He knows nothing." His voice was reptilian most of them are (anyone who can "shed" skin is most likely a reptile, or someone very magically talented, since this person relied on his actual skin to do the changing, reptile it was).
"Can he at least contact Hanlon?"
"No Hanlon apparently realized what a failure he is and gets in touch with him."
"Hey screw you me that isn't me." The not so pressed suit got very angry when I interrupted this ended with a strike that should have just stung my cheek but sent me slamming into the wall behind me. I also saw his not so pressed suit ripple a bit, so the shape shifter was not alone in being something he didn't appear to be.
"YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO NECROMANCER!" His voice boomed, it even made his guards flinch. I thankfully got to pass out the blow was too much, well that and the realization I wasn't talking to myself. Look you feel relieved when you haven't reached certain levels of insanity and this was one of those times.
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