“Not unless the jobs take me there.” Not a lot of folks that way that needed killin’, not yet at least.
“You one of those ‘us’ who made a name for themself?”
“You one of those ‘us’ who made a name for themself?”
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My, uh, boss, I guess, was fighting on the side I defected to. She had bigger fish to fry, so I helped where I could until later."
Not exactly true, is it? Their footing's more equal now, and more confusing than ever, especially with a newcomer in the mix.
"...Complicated."
He tried not to feel envious of the halfling as they walked. If the man spoke true and had been a hobgoblin, what had he done to earn to be transformed from a monster? Where had Brash failed?
Questions like that, they’d drive him mad.
He'd been on this road with her around a decade - not the one before Brash and Tarkith now, but the one that had brought them to the Children of Dwoemerheart and her current 'condition. It never made more sense.
"What about you? Got anyone in some corner of Faerûn?"
He’s never have them again… something he had accepted a long time ago. Markus was dead. Brash was just the monster that had his memories.