He has a fancy blue hat (pointed), and some blue robes (depressed, are we?). He looks like wizard. Ooh, I remembered something! Ahem, moving on.
“I said 5gp,” starts off Hamlet.
“4gp,” responds the wizard.
“5.”
“3.”
“4.”
“Done.” The wizard dude cheerfully exchanges a heavy bagful of what I now know to be moola for the bunches of feathers. Somehow, I feel as if Hamlet has been cheated somehow.
“So what are you standing around for?” Hamlet asks cheerfully. He’s tucked his money away.
“Did that guy just trick you?” I ask.
“Nah,” Hamlet replies. “The usual price is 2gp, but the fool fell for my trap.” Wow, a trap that was sprung by a trap. Impressive. And complex.
“So about these chickens..." I trail off, not sure how to break to my new friend that I’m a pacifist and that the chickens scare me with their zombie-like pecking. “They’re like zombies.”
“Oh, no." Hamlet shakes his head vigorously. “Zombies are much, much, much worse. I was killed by one once. I wait for the day when I can take revenge. Its disgusting, slimy grip has scarred me for life.”
“Sounds like you’ve been through a lot.” These people were so much more experienced than I am. I wish I could have my memory back. Life (or whatever this is) would be so much easier with such knowledge at my disposal. “What level are you?” I can tell levels mattered a lot to these people.
“Twenty-two.” Hamlet beams. “Well, Freak, I suggest you get training, and maybe you’ll get up to my level.”
“You really think I can?” I need encouragement, big time. Without Lady Lore, I’m completely lost. I mean, I want to be a big, bad guy like Wolfbane, but do I have the knowledge, the motivation to do all that? I don’t know my way around at all.
“I know you can.” With a wink, Hamlet wanders off, leaving me to my thoughts.
~End of Chapter 2~
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