Childs Play

"You must be dangerously incompetent for this to have happened to you." The child had recovered from me punching her in the face and felt the need to try and get hit again (look I take lip from all kinds of people, half pint evil children are not amongst that growing group of jerks).

"Says the child shackled and about to be dragged back to your evil master." I had made camp near the boat, thankfully it was still there (if someone had stolen it like I had stolen it I would have been in real trouble). I would have just tossed her in the boat and set about going back to the island, but it was dark and I was bad enough with directions already.

"You do know what she plans on doing with me right?"

"Don't know, don't care.  Look I get that you have the form of a child for whatever resaon, but I know you are no more a child than I am a nice guy." A painful admission.

"Yes most nice guys don't punch children in the face."

"Let them meet you I'm sure they'd figure out a reason to do so."

"You're a horrible person I want you to know that whenever you die things will be waiting for you." Her eyes took on a bit of a glare that would have scared a lesser man.  Me they just well ok it creeped me out.

"Good thing I don't plan on dying." Its true I plan on living forever, necromancy is really useful for this, but if there was a potion, spell, or just herb that accomplished the same thing I'd be all over that.

"I knew I smelled something rotten, you're a necromancer."

"Points for you whatever you are, keep talking though you do it enough and I'll figure out what to sacrifice of my clothing to make a gag, perhaps my underare." The creature glared again but fell silent. It was a moral victory in my mind. I put my hands behind my head and assumed a position to sleep, I couldn't sleep of course, even shackled the creature could kill me should I let it, but I had to at least pretend to rest to keep my spirits up, I'm odd like that.

All the same I could have found the island in the dark if I had known it had been set on fire in my absence, but you know hindsight and all that.  Oh kind of a cliffhanger right? Well its not like the next page isn't just right there silly journal.