Recipe For Disaster

"And if he doesn't turn it over?"

"We kill him." Riobeck was going over the meeting plans with his security adviser. He suspected Trezlan would try some shit, and he wanted everything to go as planned.

"And what of the book?"

"It has to survive, your men can use whatever method to destroy Lorentino, but I need that book in tact, this is implicit." The security adviser was confused as to why the book would be so important, but he didn't have to know to do his job.

"Yes sir." Riobeck dismissed the man and entered his office. He looked over the fake wood surfaces and thought of the ultimate goal. It was coming soon now, he would have the book, and with it the recipe, and with that the ability to reshape all of humanity would be at his finger tips. And all it took was an asshole supposed necromancer to find it for him. Somewhere he was sure the gods were smiling on him.

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"The book has been found again." Hanlon sat alone in a room with books, the books only had the names of the dead in them, but to Hanlon that was all he needed. A name could be used to call a person back from death if needed. Not that he ever really did, but it was nice to have it should he need it.

"Lorentino."

"How did you know?" The underling was taken a back, Hanlon always found it funny people imbued with his power seemed to still underestimate him.

"I didn't, I assumed, only one man could possibly have even found it, so by matter of deduction it had to be Trezlan."

"Of course sir, what do you want us to do?"

"Nothing I'll handle it myself, he's my special problem."

"Yes sir." The underling left and Hanlon smiled to himself. Of all the issues in life Trezlan Lorentino was the one most infuriating and hilarious at the same time.