I snuck into his home then sat down staring at the sack of stones in my hand. Contemplating what life would be like if I bashed his skull in. I decided that I really didn't understand enough about how society functioned to re-integrate myself after committing a crime. [Insert Scene of Dimming Light] Suddenly, I felt my heart flutter in my chest causing myself to trip over the floor the stones rattling as they fell from my hands. Unfortunately, for me Khalif was a quick draw and he promptly fired two rounds from his revolver biting into my hip and shoulder.

Biting my lip as blood slowly dripped out of my two wounds I lay on the sandy floor. Khalif now wide awake, placed his hands on his head as he cried in despair. I promptly told him to shut up and take out the alcohol along with some rags for bandages. How did I know he had alcohol? Regardless of the reasons, he did as I told, my wounds stinging as he patched me up. Oddly enough it seemed as though his gun was utter shit and failed to do more than dig barely under the skin.

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He profusely apologized like a Simp. Which is nice sometimes I suppose.

"Khalif please don't apologize, it's only a scratch, your shots only grazed me, and I should be the one sorry for startling you. But if you insist on making things right then just let me stay with you and work with you then in the Caves.

And thus so for now my life and his are intertwined. Also whoever sold him that piece of crap ripped him off.

The gunshots eventually roused curious neighbors to check out the situation, where it was passed off as Khalif forgetting that he invited me over, getting startled and reflex shooting grazing me twice. After a few laughs the quiet night returned.