I was having trouble controlling my magic. Like normally I wouldn't ever accidentally discharge fire, but ever since I woke up charged up it was all I could do to not burn down my entire office. On top of the magical issue I had a desire to murder people, and not just my random desire to kill everyone around me (because they are dumb and do things like stop in the street or make loud noises!) But I had these urge to kill people for things entirely unrelated to my normal issues with them! Like I wanted to kill someone who I bumped into because I got the feeling he was a bad tipper. It was all highly unusual and I could only fear what changes would come in the following days, so I did the only reasonable thing and went drinking. Look drinking is my safety blanket even when I got so wasted I almost got cut up by a weirdo doctor.
"You sick or something?" Val almost had a look of concern on his face. Not concerned enough to not serve me of course.
"I can't explain it Val, I've been feeling weird as of late."
"You look weird, something off about you, can't put my finger on it."
"Thanks Hanlon blamed it on the necromancy, I'm not too sure."
"Oh its probably that for sure, but something else is wrong with you, you haven't done anything more awful than usual lately have you?"
"Val you know me that's a really open ended question, more awful than usual is pretty awful."
"True, but you haven't been involved in any weird rituals or done something you shouldn't have related to the gods?" I gave him a flat look that told him I had done at least both of those things, "Damn it Trezlan do you do anything in life that isn't bad?"
"I drink your beer and pay you for it."
"Well there is that." He went back to washing some glasses and I went back to drowning my sorrows. I drank until I passed out, and that's when thing went even more south (and not just because when I woke up I was laying in an uncomfortable position though that did definitely factor in!
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