"My favorite gun dealer." Hanlon of course was the first person to greet me upon my trip out to the country. It was like he knew I'd been up to something. He always does.
"I find that hard to believe."
"Oh Trezlan don't sell yourself short, see its not that you sell a lot of guns, you don't! Its the quality of the people you put them into, its really inspiring." I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. He stopped for a moment as he approached me and sniffed the air. I'd seen him make a similar move before and it always creeps me out.
"I know its been a while for me and a bath."
"Yes it has, but the stink on you is not one of general filth," He smiled and I felt more unsettled than ever, "I have the feeling I should be thanking you for something and I don't exactly know what, but thank you Trezlan."
"You're welcome Hanlon?" I was seriously put off by this conversation. Hanlon was about to follow up one creepy statement with another when Nidget came bursting into the store.
"Trezlan come quick Captain Therod has been shot."
"Well I didn't do it!" I turned to Hanlon but of course he was gone, since he's a figment of my imagination.
"Trezlan!" Nidget had the pleading look of a child expecting their parent to come running at the slightest difficulty.
"All right all right lets go see to the Captain." I don't know Nidget wanted me there, its not like the healing I could do would be good for anyone, nor would it keep me from being executed for necromancy, but Nidget was going to be annoying until I went with him and so I did. The things I do for society.
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