"And you believed him, Trezlan all these years and you still always just assume honesty from creatures that have no reason to be honest with you." Hanlon was seated across from me at Val's tavern, I decided I'd had enough of his weird restaurant choices after the one time we'd been there. Getting a hold of him was pretty easy, I just called his office and he arrived, it probably helped I told them I had a weird issue that only Hanlon could help me with, people are always inquisitive when you propose a mystery.
"He appeared out of a painting, could read my mind, and was clearly magical without being magical, I trusted him." Its not like I could test the observer more than I already did, which is to say I didn't test him at all beyond the obvious "is he here now."
"Death magic though? And he's asking you to find out where the majority of it is coming from? What if its coming from you?"
"I don't think its coming from me, I mean I haven't even necromanced in a while now." My aching hip bone being a prime example of that particular reluctance to use necromancy.
"Could be just your aura, so like everywhere you go your leaving behind the scent of death magic. So this city is now swimming in your aura because you go everywhere here." I gave Hanlon a glare, implying this was my fault was silly, no way I had done this to the city I'd been gone for a bit and then stuck in my room for the rest!
"Sure sure blame me for the obvious death magic issue." He shrugged.
"The question you have to ask yourself is why the creature cares, he mentioned you're not a problem, and then mentions death magic being an issue, so one of these is a lie, either your a problem or death magic isn't, so why lie?" Hanlon raised a good point and he knew he did which I hated because that meant he probably knew more than he was letting on as always.
"You know what's causing this issue don't you?"
"I might have an idea."
"And you won't tell me at all will you."
"Why would I do that? Its not my task to do your job for you." He caught up and left and I was left to fume about him as usual. I swear the more when I talk to Hanlon its like slamming my own dick in a door. I have no one else to blame but myself on this one though, the man has always been infuriating to me and yet when I'm perplexed I return to him like some kind of idiotic child asking dad for help. I guess this is a result of having a poor father figure early in life. Regardless I had at least a hint that whatever was causing the problem was related to Hanlon or it was Hanlon, either way that was at least something I could give the observer. Unless Hanlon was himself also an Observer in which case nevermind that just hurt my brain and I don't want to follow that line of thought anymore than I already did back then when I first thought it.
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