"I'm just like you Trezlan, just like you." My jailer (and make no mind of it I wasn't wearing shackles but I was imprisoned) tried to identify with me. Its weird how people who can in no way shape or form be like me try and tell me they are like me, or I like them. His name was Vaygo (pronounced Vahgo but I saw it spelled out or I would have spelled it simply Vahgo) and he was a lord, but I'll let him get to that.
"I came from simple upbringing, my father was a lord of these lands and ruled them under the red hand with quite a pleasant disposition, my mother a lesser lords daughter, much like yourself I'm a blood of the land guy my parents gave their all to their slaves, and in return these miscreants turned on them in the revolution. Sure there were some executions and some forced sexual interactions to keep the stock strong, but you understand how things are right Trezlan?" I did not understand, my skin felt like it was crawling, Vaygo was just creepy as hell. Like he had a way of speaking that told you what he was saying was something to try and get you to his side, not anything he actually believed (completely the opposite of me!)
"All the same the Guard imposed some ridiculous sanctions on this land and me as well, I had to work as a simple farmer for a bit? So I completely understand your days of working as a slave to that hunter once upon a time (I swear this guy new more of my life story than I did, it was weird). Eventually I grew tired of simple farm work and I could hear the people in this area pleading for me to regain my lordship, in the wake of the Guard's little conflict recently I regained my position here and with some assistance from a couple artifacts my father had kept locked away, aided this area. You see the poors of this land used to complain so fiercly of the cold, all the time whining about the chill in the air, so I have banished the cold, and now, now my servants and their families are happy." I'll mention I never saw the families, nor the happiness. The women who served Vaygo looked at best neutral, at worst terrified.
"Which brings me to Guthlu and his companion," His mouth turned down with an ugly smile, it was a look that was so creepy words can't explain how creepy, "They are magic hunters you see, they destroy people like us, they can't stand that my people are happy and that my lands are protected, so the Guard has sent them to destroy me, I let Guthlu run away last time to warn the Guard to not come back, but no the little bastard returned, and this time he brought me a gift." I didn't like how he used the word gift.
"You see Trezlan my magic is strong but it lacks one key element you can teach me, Necromancy." Of course everyone wants to know how to take life and use it to extend their life, but no one really appreciates the sacrifice that entails, I mean other than the sacrifice of life that it entails... You know what nevermind.
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