"A question if I could?" Valrym was seated across from Trezlan in the shuttle. They were on the way to the planet Rolando was on to solve the necromancer situation. Trezlan said this matter of factly after they had signed their lease on the new space they had taken up residence at.
"Mordere, I always sign things in Valerind's name, I mean what's the chance he comes back a third time? Yeah not going to happen." Trezlan had on his battle get up. Or what Valrym called his battle get up, that stupid sword he refused to ever relinquish, and a modern pistol, bullet not electric Trezlan despite being able to conjure fire from his hands, did not trust modern energy weaponry.
"No that's not, and he's come back? When did that? Nevermind nevermind, I'm wondering why we are going further into RIG territory, I mean you helped Rolando with that necromancer stuff, why are we specifically going to resolve it?" Trezlan sighed.
"Because I realized immediately after sending Rolando that stuff he doesn't stand a chance, also this one is on me I should have killed this asshole years ago and I didn't." Valrym was amazed Trezlan was actually admitting he made a mistake, it was a first in a long time.
"How will you find this guy?"
"I'm lucky, I'll just roll into town and I'm sure it will work out it usually does."
"This seems like a very bad plan."
"It seems that way, but its not trust me." Valrym hated trusting Trezlan, hated it more that he was usually right about his damnable luck. It's almost like the universe supported the idiot, which seemed unfair in a lot of specific ways. But Valrym had hitched his fortune to Trezlan and so onward they went, at least he wasn't currently wanted by the Imperial Guard, so if Trezlan got caught the most he'd be out is an annoying travel companion.
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