"How are you feeling today necromancer?" I'd been hanging there an entire day, blood was fully in my head and I had a pounding headache, I also bruised my face from trying to swing my way into the tree to find my way down. The tree was over exuberant in assisting me in the swinging, but pulled back after I'd collided my face into it.
"Your prophecy is now fulfilled I want to kill you old woman." Honesty is always the best policy when hanging twenty feet in the air. Surpringly she let me down, I was shocked, and not just from the blood rushing to the parts of my body it was needed in. Well that and I finally got to take a piss I'd been holding for a while (peeing while hanging up side down is a great way to piss in your own mouth, no don't ask how I know this).
"And thats how I knew you didn't want to kill me." She was talking behind me, but as I said I was too busy urinating to care that much.
"Because I said I wanted to after saying I didn't, you're an odd witch."
"No because you now honestly reached the conclusion you wanted to kill me, informing me you weren't previously bent on the topic."
"That makes no sense."
"Neither does a man who's considerably older than I calling me old woman."
"Points to you witch." I turned around, she was not very impressive on the ground, but witch's rarely are. "So what do you want done you figure only I can accomplish?"
"Ahh I see no need for plying you with honeyed words I see."
"I've got things to do and a shop to run, name your price for getting off this island so I can get on with my life." She smiled, crooked yellowed teeth breaking over cracked rotten lips. It was enough of a horror show to make me wish I was still in the tree.
"Follow me necromancer, let us speak of the tasks I have for you." I didn't like the word tasks, or having to follow her deeper into her domain, but she had me at a loss and as always I play out bad hands, which is also why I'm a poor card player.
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