Lunch Date, Of DOOM!

"You're showing an amazing amount of restraint in your condition, I commend you Trezlan." Hanlon had ordered for us saying I couldn't even begin to guess the menu nor what was on it implying I'm some kind of idiotic philistine instead of a man in a lot of pain unable to focus on anything for very long.

"You're implying I should just kill someone with necromancy to heal up instead of just dealing with this injury." We were seated at a booth which was incredibly painful to get into for me, I almost think it was intentional on his part to test my resolve.

"I would if I were you, just pick one of these idiotic sheep take them aside and heal yourself, you might even let them live if it was in your power though probably not in your best interest." I had heard Hanlon's callous disregard for people before, I could not recall it being so negative, I guess as the years have gone on, he cares less and less about keeping up the illusion.

"Is there any particular reason you brought me here other than to question my dedication to not killing people?" He smiled composed himself.

"Thought I'd check in with you, from the look you've had quite the interesting few weeks on vacation." I just knew I'd been involved in more god deaths, he always does, Hanlon is the creepiest.

"It was a thing, and now I'm back and the town is being assaulted by shape shifting reptiles."

"I think assaulted is a bit much, more like harrased or annoyed, the creatures are quite interesting as specimens, if extremely limited, sure they can become other things, but at their base they are still egg laying reptiles with an extremely explosive reaction to fire as you recalled a little too late." My hip ached at the memory.

"I don't know whats more disturbing your dismissal of the creatures or that you knew they were in town and decided to do nothing."

"I did for a brief moment think of disclosing their presence to drive up sales for a bit, but then again people would just end up shooting each other which would have the authorities blaming my guns for peoples problems, so ultimately I figured someone would take care of it, when you got back into town that someone was clearly you!" Our food arrived and I couldn't even begin to guess what it was, and it was still apparently partially alive. I tried to eat it, and it was actually not as awful as it looked, still tasted unique, yeah we'll go with unique.

"Well now that my hip is busted clearly not me." He smiled and slurped down a tentacle.

"You can always fix yourself and I'd recommend you do that sooner rather than later, from what I recall these creatures specifically don't like you something about wiping out a nest of them hundreds of years ago."

"Right sins of the past as usual."

"At least I warned you, go ahead and finish up I've got business, don't worry I paid the check." He left and I was just staring at my plate wondering what to do next. Thank god one of the shape shifters showed up shortly thereafter I didn't want that awkward "Do you want take your food to go." question.