"And so they both got arrested." Valrym always had an ear to the ground, it's one reason he had stayed alive all this time. That and being near Lorentino when everything turned to shit. But he liked to think it was his ability to keep one step ahead by using news and resources and not anything to do with Trezlan.
"That is hilarious and exactly why I do things outside the scope of the law." Trezlan was in the middle of sorting through his journal, it was partially hand written, partially typed, and partially on audio recording and he was trying to put it altogether, a task that Valrym thought was dumb, but it was entertaining at least to see the old necromancer struggle at something.
"You do things outside the scope of the law because you're actively wanted by like half the galaxy, the other half just pretends you're a boogeyman."
"Oh Val do you really think I'm wanted by half? That's touching." Trezlan was currently engaged in trying to decipher where the hand written/type written divide occurred. It was maddening, made worse by his hand writing. Ordinarily he's just remember where it happened, but it was hundreds of years ago and he was unable to remember the moment.
"Shouldn't we get back to making money or making the world a worse place or whatever we are doing now I forget."
"Biding our time until the next conflict with Morley, and resources, so many resources, speaking of which how is the boy going to deal with being arrested, he didn't break out again did he?" Trezlan was minorly concerned how often Rolando got in trouble, its like his son specifically took chances without realizing what a gift he'd be given. Also how the boy factored in to Trezlan's plans.
"He's still in jail, though he should be out soon, I mean cultists tried to blow him up, not exactly a let them shoot first situation."
"He's going after a cult? They grow up so fast Val." Valrym sighed, knowing hte mind of Trezlan Lorentino was difficult, knowing when he was joking or being serious was gods damned impossible. Still soon enough Lorentino would stop being useful to him and then it would be time to make his move, so he bided his time, and Trezlan was none the wiser as he always had been.
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