Damn this beastman!

He's drinking my money away this should have been a short negotiation on the price for escorting me to nishoni.But now he's drunk babbling about his home country.Worst of all when ever I try to end the conversation he pulls me back in ,when I try to leave my seat he grab my arm and forces me to stay and carries on with his conversation that has long devolved into half made word and sentence that slurred at the end with ruckus laughter scattered about.

I turn to the bar keep for help but he simply smiles and takes my money for the drink the red faced fool been drinking away.

I should have never listened that damned undead bitch.

'Offering to pay for any drink he orders' she said

'Would surely stream line the negotiation' she said

Bah!! all it did was get the man drunk before I noticed and 50% of all my gold gone in flash this has been nothing but a waste.And now that bitch is no where to be seen when I find her I'll give her a hell of a tongue lashing if I can't hit her I can at least shout.

*sigh*"I should have never brought her back to life" I grumbled

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I stare off to crimson sky as dark clouds brewed a oncoming storm as it claws its way here.In kind People scurry away through both the narrow alleyway and the bustling street to find shelter to escape the storm.With those who go past me remain completely oblivious of the unnatural being they pass through.

If only they could see me if only they could hear me than I wouldn't need to always talk to that old man just to share my opinions or just to have a simple conversation.It would have at least made being stuck with that man a little more tolerable.this is all his fault if only that damned man hadn't bound my soul to his the moment he brought my soul back as a ghost I wouldn't be having this problem .Worse of all I was brought back into this world with no memory of my life before and now forced to stay in the vicinity of him or be forcefully dragged along by my neck as if I was wearing a collar leashed to him.

I go on to gaze at the passersby scurry through or across the alley.Before I knew it the grey cloud had blanketed the sky and the simple folk had all left the streets for cover.

"Back to the crusty old man"

I mumble As I made my way back to the bar where I had left him and hopefully the negotiation had soured with the negotiated being to drunk to give a defined answer it was always fun to sour that man's day.