Salt water is horrible for caring for whip wounds, yet jerks always seem to use it as an ointment. I was huddled in the corner of what probably at one time had been a nice slave quarter, wood slacks barred windows, expenses had not been spared at all! I say huddled because again the salt water on the whip wounds had left me in a "My gods this hurts state of mind." I was also still shackeled, because those damned things are everywhere, one of these days I'm going to find a way around them and not tell people who keep using them, one of these days!
"Are you ready to be reasonable?" Vaygo was of course taking the "you're being crazy Trezlan teach me death magic so that I may murder people easier." tack.
"Reasonable? No I'm not yet at reasonable, more like slightly unhinged."
"Trezlan I can do this for years, I know you've taken abuse before, but I'm inventive, just give in, teach me necromancy and I'll let you go, I'll even be magnanimous and let the magic hunters go as long as they don't return, this is a good deal."
"Ok." I was tired of being a linchpin of the magic community. Sure I'd not really taught anyone necromancy outside of the one guy who apparently already knew it from Morley so I didn't really teach him. But people constantly ask me, I'm always being bothered by the newest upstart who wants to live forever or kill people in new ways or whatever. Its tiring, its annoying and mostly I was tired of being used like a bad piece of leather. Whipping hurt, even if the slaves have substandard techniques.
Mostly I just wanted this little stupid adventure to be over, it was hot, I was whipped to the point of crying and just teaching one idiot dangerous magic would let me be done with it and I was so ready to be done. So I gave in. There THERE ARE YOU HAPPY I ADMITTED ALL OF THIS!!! Nah I'm just messing with you, this was all a part of my plan. Of course it was, I mean would I suffer needlessly? Well aside from employing Nidget I mean.
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