"And so I need your help." Trezlan looked at Hanlon with disdain. He was currently in the middle of six conversations about arming several different groups all across the galaxy, and here comes Hanlon acting like Trezlan should drop all things to help him. Sure Trezlan's entire existence and arms business was tied up in Hanlon, but the profits were not going to make themselves!
"I feel like we've had these conversations in the past, except I didn't know you were the death god before, and now that I do..."
"I can't directly interfere you ingrate, and recall I've done several things for you over these hundreds of years including allowing you to live." Hanlon had long hair, it was disturbing to Trezlan. He couldn't put his finger on why, but it did.
"So you want me to do what to destroy a mechanical race of creatures that threatens to overwhelm the galaxy?" Trezlan was beyond skeptical, though his previous efforts at saving the galaxy had been equally ridiculous.
"Sooner rather than later, they are getting stronger by the day."
"Sure Hanlon and how will I accomplish this fact? I mean I'm good, but I'm not a god like you are."
"Oh you sell yourself short Trezlan, but don't worry I've seen fit to arrange for some folks to help you, you'll know them when they get here."
"Delightfully vague, still haven't said yes."
"If you are expecting me to beg for your help you'll find yourself wanting, but do this and you'll be rewarded in the usual way." Hanlon went to leave and Trezlan didn't stop him.
"Money?"
"Continued existence." And just like that the God was gone, Trezlan sighed a bit, though he would be lying to himself if he hadn't looked into stopping the mechanical creature threat. He had a couple ideas, most of them magical and dangerous, but what wasn't with him. It wasn't living if he wasn't almost about to blow himself up in a horrific way.
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