"You live in this city?" We were walking around the merchant areas (shopping district now, I still think of them as merchant areas, I'm old fashioned), things were fairly decent with foot traffic, lots of people walking here and there, it seemed a good place to show the magic one.
"More or less, I've spent some time in prison, I've spent some time traveling, but I usually wind up here, one reason or another I'm drawn to this spot." People were giving me weird glances, I guess because my reputation in town was not really great and walking around with a woman who looked like my daughter wasn't doing me any favors. She looked at me strangely, I could feel her eyes piercing me, and then she was done and went back to looking at the crowd.
"Good gods your life is one horrible thing after another, I'm amazed you keep going."
"Didn't you already know that from before?"
"No, I read you quickly picked up on the necromancy, your touch of darkness and connection to godly creatures, but I hadn't picked up on all the awful things you were a part of, or had done to you. I've seen creatures close to you level of torment and they were broken twisted things, that you have managed to keep your humanity is mostly to be lauded if not feared."
"Thank you."
"Though this city is awful, the energy here is filled with terrible things. It would be good for everyone here to just be dead, they are all suffering." I stopped her for a moment, I didn't like that particular line of dialogue.
"Yeah you're not killing everyone here." She looked at me for a moment and then smiled.
"You creatures are so easily scared, I mention wiping out a city and you react like it was something within my power or I was willing to do it."
"I can't count how many times this city has been under threat of extermination."
"17 as best you can recall." My "daughter" was creepy as all get out, but at least the creature was entertaining itself. At my expense mind you, but I would bound for this to happen after all the bad things I'd been involved with recently including curing Morley. We turned a corner and ran into some muggers which was bad for them, extremely bad for them. I'll get into that tomorrow, I burned my had on the stove and typing on this type writer is hard today, sort of, look it was the back of my hand, but still burnt hand!
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