Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Business of Helping Others

Garrett was indisposed. That's what I had been told the eight times I'd tried to contact him. It was enough to make me think he was avoiding me. I also noticed no one was talking about time tables, or when we'd be back to port. No they just kept building things and recruiting more refugees to help. I dismissed the idea of the little urchin that Garrett was a bad man, but I was slowly warming to it as he ignored me, I mean I'm Trezlan freaking Lorentino, slayer of gods and men! Sure I was masquerading as a doctor and a tailor, but come on, that doesn't suddenly not make me ME!

So since I had time on my hands I decided to look into Garrett's operation more closely. On the sly of course, didn't want people questioning what a simple tailor and doctor was doing looking into things. What I found was partially shocking and partially exactly what I expected. Garrett was not there to save the refugees, no it appeared he was there to take over, arm them, and then attack the people that had made them refugees to begin with. It was a pretty sad plan at first glance to be honest. I mean these people weren't warriors, there was a good reason they were refugees in the first place. And thats exactly what Garrett apparently wanted, because after they failed to win their war Garrett planned on taking every woman he wanted, all of the treasure he could steal, and then leave, making the people double refugees and doomed to annihilation by either war, pestilence or whatever else.

You might wonder how I puzzled all of this together? Well someone had to die for this to happen, look I'm not a very good investigator, nor am I very sneaky, but I do have necromancy and lack of caring about people I kill. So there I killed someone, took his memories and then knew the whole plan. Do you feel better jerks picking on me? No? Good!

What I hated about all of this though, is it meant I had to of all things figure out a way to stop the idiot. I couldn't just let him do what he was doing! I mean it wouldn't make me any money!

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