"You know thinking it over I don't know if I should really take these shackles off you, you might think I'm a tasty necro treat and just murder me." Everyone always thinks when you're a necromancer you just look at them like some kind of life force cannibal sizing up the most tasty morsels. Its totally wrong, sometimes you think of them like life force cattle, to be herded and used as you see fit, see totally different.
"Talking like that will not support your case for not being a necro treat." Also my attitudes toward people can kind of negate the whole "Necromancer with a Heart of Gold" I work so hard to foster. Marian narrowed her eyes at me, but she still picked the shackles and once again I felt the rush of power from being connected to my magic.
"You're lucky we are still in trouble Trezlan, and you are more useful with your magic than without it." Marian and I had set up camp away from the train, partially because thats where her horse had ended up after she had jumped on the train (a feat I no doubt would have loved to see), and partially because it would be dumb to be near a dead train in the middle of the track to Dunlok after we had just killed everyone on board (well Marian killed most of them, I myself had killed one, somewhat two).
"So I have to ask because it'll bug me if I don't, how the hell did you find me? Who hired you?" It was the most pressing question.
"I'm a bounty hunter Trezlan finding people is what I do, and the person who hired me wishes to remain anonymous until we get to him. You have friends in this world, even more so now that you are the hero or Rolak."
"The Hero of Rolak?" Marian was absently cooking some animal on the fire in the middle of the camp, I would say it was silly to make a fire after our escape, but having seen Marian in action, not exactly the kind of person who runs from danger.
"Yeah some people got a damn fool notion you bravely charged artillery to stop the shelling, there was even talk that you died, but Rojove couldn't help himself to declare you alive and to be executed for your crimes, though he laughably called you by a different name." This was a clue that whoever had paid for Marian knew my real name and not the new one I'd been given.
"And so you came to save me? I'm touched."
"You're just a job to me Lorentino, despite your overwhelmingly handsome looks that sets my heart a flutter (she said this completely this is not me embellishing at all... really!), I mean I've been a mercenary, been a pirate, even been a soldier, but right now I'm a bounty hunter and you are a bounty of a sort."
"You're all heart Marian." She finished her cooking and sat down to eat her meal.
"Just try not to cut it out for a ritual while I'm sleeping or I'll come back from the dead and kill you." I believed her, she seemed like the type of lady to make that happen. I let her sleep and after a time I turned to sleep myself. In the morning we had to move out and thats where things get exciting, but I'll wait to write that one tomorrow, you need to eat your pototoes of my conversation recollections to get the meat of my heroism stories. Its the way things work little journal! Now go to bed so you can grow up to be evidence used against me in my trial!
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