"Trezlan what is wrong with you? Like seriously?" I was back home, although at this point is any place home? I have no idea other than the world is my general home. I had gone back to Val's bar because I thought he'd appreciate me taking out some more of the god hierarchys in the world, he did not. I had left Xanthi to the rigors of bureaucracy as a new citizen of the lands of the guard, a task I was sure she'd be up to (other than of course the language barrier, she couldn't write at all, and she was never technically a citizen of anywhere).
"Val you know I should never tell you anything you always question either the veracity of the story or why I was involved in the first place, I think you try and make me feel bad on purpose." He got a scowl on his face.
"I do! I keep hoping you'll stop coming to me to tell me about all the horrible things you do."
"Killing gods is good! Increases the power of the rest of you right? Is that how it works I don't know how this works." He got red in the face and went in the back room I heard pots and pans crashing around, I assumed because he was short and ran in to something. It was nice to be back in Valrym's bar pissing him off, it was like the universe had reset itself back to normal for a bit. And I didn't have any left over god power or anything, so that was good too.
Sure you're probably wondering how the worst boat maker ever and my tribal friend made it home (cargo ship who wasn't aware there was a war arrived in the country and we hitched a ride). You're also probably wondering what happened now that there was a power vaccum/entire land devoid of people and filled with monsters, but I wasn't so I'll just leave that little problem to be someone elses problem (nothing bad can come from any of that right?) What was important was I was home and I had a new ally in the fight against boredom. And that was all good for me, mostly. I mean sure things were bound to get crazy, but they always do! I've come to expect that!
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