"Rem didn't have any idea?" Trezlan was getting caught up on the days events and costs by Therod, everyone was mostly ok after the rogue magic user had been dealt with. Not that Trezlan really cared, if the mercs and Rem had died he'd have saved some money and whatever weird connection he had to Rem, but he did kind of want to know the resolution.
"He thinks maybe the guy was someone who's blood had been used to feed the magic addicts? But he never met the man, and had no idea why he went through all of this to kill him. Like what did he even want? Rem has no idea."
"Hilarious."
"Maybe to you Trezlan, I've got broken ribs, Carut's leg is busted and Rem has several concussions." Trezlan shrugged, it was enough to infuriate Therod. Every interaction with the man showed his complete lack of caring for others, and she anticipated it, but still it was beyond the pale how little he actively cared.
"I'll make sure to include some hazard pay."
"Dealing with you is a hazard."
"Well add it to my bill, oh speaking of adding things. Are you guys looking for new members? Rolando is just twiddling his thumbs here and its getting on my nerves."
"You're just turning your son over to mercenaries? After what you just went through?"
"It'll be good for the boy. And he's good in a fight."
"I don't even." Therod cut the communication and Trezlan frowned. He thought he was offering a good deal but here Therod was saying she didn't want him. So many centuries of life and Trezlan still struggled with why people do what they do.
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