In one of my few moments being away from the ladies (again another bad sign I missed) and out and about I went to the market to I have no idea laugh at people who were not me? I can't recall really but while I was there I met someone I was shocked was still alive. Well still alive was a nice way of putting it, Valerind Mordere had seen better days (though not with both eyes, BOOM IN YOUR FACE YOU ONE EYED ASSHOLE!). He hadn't exactly looked great before with all his scars and poor clothing choices, but now as an old man with wrinkles and frailty he looked worse. Clothes were still as awful as before too, like I don't think he ever changed outfits ever, it certainly smelled that way. I did notice he no longer had the hand of the fire god, he had replaced it with a more modern magazine based weapon (though its not to say that the Hand hadn't also upgraded itself but more on that in a later entry...)
"Trezlan, I heard you were in town, you look awful what are you doing to yourself?" It was frank, I mean he always was but when you get older you get to be a bigger asshole and Mordere had taken full advantage. I was personally insulted.
"Says the one eyed man who looks like he's knocking on death's door, and for your information I look fantastic." I admit my outfit was a little gaudy but awful was just mean.
"Right I thought you still practiced necromancy? Might want to take a life soon you look like you're on death's door." Now this took me a back, one he openly in front of a market of people, and two he mentioned I looked old which was not what I saw in the mirror.
"You're just mad I've got pretty ladies servicing my every need and you're dying of old age, jealousy does not fit you!" I was indignant he looked mildly annoyed. I swear nothing you say to that old killer bothers him (probably because of all the killing would be my thought). Almost as if on demand one of my ladies appeared. It was one of the few things that drew a reaction out of Mordere.
"Trezlan you need to step back." He went to drew his pistol and I pulled up some magic.
"Don't you dare threaten one of my girls Mordere or I will rip your ugly soul right out of you." It was weird, like I was angry, but for some reason it didn't feel like it came from me. Mordere also noticed the shift and put his pistol away, some of the other people in the market seemingly noticed something about to happen and had stopped to watch.
"Lorentino I know you're an idiot, but this is bad even for you." With that he left and I had to wonder what had just happened, my girl shrugged it off and dragged me home to ravish me. I wrote it off too, and would have kept writing it off right to my death had things not changed. I tell you as much as I complain about things not going my way, it always seems like something is looking out for me, just it likes for me to suffer first. Naturally.
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