"See as I said no weapon sales for well over six months." I had my ledgers out, and seeing all the red ink in them made me sad. Though of course I'd stolen quite a lot of things between my failure to sell things, so it all balanced out (yes the people/things were usually dead when I stole from them, but morally its still stealing! I almost feel bad you see).
"Is that what all this chicken scratch says? Good gods your hand writing is terrible." Jandel had sheathed her pistol but one hand absently played with it while she looked over my ledgers. I almost had to think that this guards woman was not exactly the steady hand of justice her boss was (which is saying something about how terrible law enforcement is, Therod flat out executes people on the street, legally of course but still!)
"Seriously Trezlan your hand writing is awful, its even worse in his journals." I swear everyone I know is a jerk, COMPLETE JERKS ALL AROUND!
"He has journals? Ooooh what do they say about me?" Nidget and Jandel went to go look over my private thoughts and I held out a hand preventing them from going into my small apartment.
"Guardswoman if you are done with your investigation I rather think you have over stayed your welcome!" I tried to be forceful, but neither Nidget nor Jandel looked that impressed. This is my damned life, I'm a destroyer of gods, explorer of the underworld, maker of deals with sketchy no exactly god creatures! And I'm treated at most like an annoyance for people to get through!
"I'm done when I say I'm done Lorentino, now step aside before I show you the full extent of my authority." I was about to express my civic duty to how that would be an abuse of authority when the little bell that was at my front door rang and a group of five rather rough looking gentleman made their way inside.
"We're closed!" Both Nidget and I shouted to them.
"That's fine, we're not here to buy anything." They brandished weapons and I sighed. Because my day was just getting worse!
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