Snippet #2742645

Ignored.

Fucking. Ignored.

Telekhus was being quite compliant and, well, certainly not too rude. While he was being quite, well, not too nice, he wasn’t being a gigantic douchebag. He made those inflammatory remarks about the two kids, and the wolfman, but those were observations. If he said the fucking truth, what was so bad about it? If they couldn’t handle a random jerkoff, then they wouldn’t be able to take what so many actual prejudiced folk would say. Most were civilians as well, and what fucking hero would threaten civilians?

Telekhus sighed, looking at the pup run fast as fuck across the field. His eyes focused on the Guildmaster, and finally realized what he was doing. “Why the hell am I here?” he whispered to himself.

Telekhus Kastor, the Hero. What a joke.

Telekhus was a bad, bad man. He had captured runaway slaves, he had hurt innocent people. He killed and murdered and was otherwise a terrible person.

What were heroes? They had glory, they had honor. They were naive. They didn’t understand how the world worked. Heroes died against beasts and monsters normal folk couldn’t handle. They died, then they let the bad people, the people who aren’t afraid to take what they want however they please, win. It was simple as that.

The sellswords gaze lingered on the pup and the lizard (The Wolf and the Dragon, Telekhus was sure, would make a name for themselves, but just not now, or anytime soon), and thought. They were good kids. Reminded him of the princess. While he couldn’t save her, or help her, or get rid of that damn tumour inside of her, he could at least warn them. Or, warn the woman who was going to look after them.

The Last Kastor slowly ambled towards Beau, standing at her side. The pup finished the course, obviously. Kid was fast. “Hey, Lady Beau,” Telekhus said, his tone serious, devoid of any mockery or joke, “you better tell those kids about the Underworld. You can get more information from the Guildmaster, or even Wolfie. He would know, afterall. He’s obviously been a witness to some of it.”

Telekhus fell silent for a second. “Anyway, those kids are going to be in for a damned rude awakening if they come across anything they aren’t ready for. Again, Wolfie, or the Guildmaster for information. Unless y’all want to pay me for the information, then I could tell a grand tale, but completely true, of course. Up to you, really. I’ll be in town for a couple more days, either way, staying at the Corsair Inn. Bard will tell you if I’m in or not.”

With his good deed done for the day, Telekhus started a slow walk towards the exit of the Guild. He needed to think about all his contacts in Arma Torrel. The sellsword would probably have to go to Vlandervaus Bar, and get into the back room to get a job. Would it be murder, or slaving? Oh, maybe a nice kidnapping. Those were always easy.