"Out get out!" Several people had crowded around my desk to complain about me being gone and I shooed them away. Well I tried to, when they didn't leave initially I ignited my hand with flame and they caught the hint I did not want to help anyone else that day. I swear its like I'm the only store in town that sells firearms (I'm not, but I am the only one who sells Halon arms which to some people is the premier fire arm). After the people fled my firey wrath (a sentence I one day would like to write in a journal as I'm currently ruling the entire world) all that was left was one small urchin of a child, at first I thought he was a shorty (they try and hide as children at times, but the facial hair and wrinkles give them away) but no he was a child about eight.
"Can you help me sir?" I like being called sir, I hate being asked to help children, because I hate children almost as much as I hate shorties.
"No I can't give you any money get out of my shop before I report you to the authorities." Unattended children (beggars, orphans, thieves) were not tolerated in the city and if found were sent to orphanages which I'm told are horrible places full of bad things, which pleases me. I know I know I'm a dick.
"I can sell you something." They can all sell you something, always some useless thing or something they stole from someone else, but when he produced the object it caused me to pause. It was dirty (the kid himself was filthy) but it was made of a strange metal and once I cleaned the dirt off had a bunch of runes I hadn't encountered before on it.
"And who did you steal this thing from?" I'll admit I was a bit hard on the kid, but kids are evil little bastards who use their age to avoid responsibility for things. When clearly they should use their ignorance... I mean thats what works for me!
"You'll just kill me and take the rest." The rest implied he had more of the objects, which hinted he either robbed someone blind, or found something else entirely. I was offended that he would think I would kill a child for simple theft, certainly not (a lot of other things sure, but simple theft? No).
"Boy I can do a lot worse to you than kill you." It was not an empty threat, have I mentioned I'm a horrible person, "But I won't, and I'll even pay you, if you show me where you got this object." At the talk of payment his face lit up and we were off to the frozen countryside, because nothing says fun times like freezing my ass off on a dirt farm outside of town! Thankfully I didn't do too much of that, unthankfully, well things got worse before they even looked like they would get better. Per usual.
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