49 Beginning Magic (2/2)
When you just finish inscribing runes on your core your suppose to rest after to consolidate power Desmond's inability to wait resulted in him expending what little bit of energy he had. Which wouldn't be a problem if he was experienced in using magic since he wasn't he couldn't handle the expenditure knocking him out cold.
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A few weeks later
Hunter's Bizarre, Delmar City
In the rackety old stuffy book store that had dust lined on the pile of books that stacked to the ceiling was Ragnar. Dressed in a dark open vest that revealed his bare chest and the scars all over his body, striped gray pants, and his usual disheveled hair. He was serving a strange customer the man wore a long coat that covered his feet and hands, his collar was popped up, and he had a top hat on his head. His face was completely shrouded in darkness even if you brought a light to his face the light wouldn't be able to piece it.
Only Smoke came out of the darkness where his face was supposed to be every time the strange man spoke.
”Its been so long why did you even bother giving up adventuring there are so many places to explore, treasure to steal, people to kill. That's the life for people like us always out constantly on the hunt for something exciting. You can protect your elf girl on the road and not have to really on these walls. Even if it's more difficult for you you have got to admit your life would be more exciting that way. Think about it that should put the spark back in the sack she should have gotten bored of your same lame old moves already”.
Ragnar, while he didn't like what his old friend was saying, didn't try arguing with him because he knew what the man was all about and what he was trying to make him do. ”Say whatever you like I made a promise so I'm keeping it and stop trying to piss me off I'm not going to fall for any of your tricks. You always try to start a fight with everyone you find interesting or strong.
Everywhere we went you were always causing the most problems when we were at the inn in Thoen you immediately found the areas local gang and shot their leader before we even got to check in to the rooms. Your poor excuse for turning our already long and dangerous journey into a sudden shoot out was I was gathering information on the area”.
”In my defense, I was how could we possibly go on a journey without knowing the area”
”We were just passing through the town our destination was a whole continent away. Not only that you opened a portal to the fire plane while a portal to one of the nine hells was already open creating a battle no one had control over, and freed a lich with his ghost army from his imprisonment. All that is only the beginning of the kind of shit you have done I don't even know how any of us manage to stay alive with you around”.
”I did all that because it was fun and it's not like what I did was completely bad we benefited greatly every time I took the lead” the strange man laugh hard blowing smoke into Ragnar's face.
Ragnar was displeased with his friend's sense of humor and what he calls help ”Just take the package and leave”. Ragnar handed the strange man a small package that got sucked into his coat.
When the strange man took the package from Ragnar he heard someone opening the door he didn't remember the person's face but he would never forget a smell.