Day 4, Afternoon: Vrill Sighs A Lot
Vrill frowns. "Ugh, whatever. We're wasting time here. That's my goddamn spellbook, okay? Here, take a look in my backpack if you don't believe me." He tosses the Eddie Bauer on your lap, and you go through it.
Extra shirt, check. Shaving kit, check. Spell components, check. Copy of 'DaVinci Code 2: Judas' Revenge', check. Some socks, check. Apple, check. Some pens, check. Odor Eaters, check. Vrill sighs watching you go through the remnants of his life down here. "Satisfied yet hero? Think I'm hiding another book somewhere? Look. I showed up here with nothing but the clothes on my back. Did a few crappy jobs to get some stuff. Beat up this zombie mage guy and took his book just so I could cast a few goddamn crappy spells. You want to hold on to the entire backpack? Go ahead, I could use someone carrying my stuff around."
"Bottom line Brogg. I got nothing to lose here. That's why you have to trust me. That's why I can't give you goddamn
collateral, because, did you hear me? I literally have
nothing to lose."
Vrill sits back down. "But if you want to keep talking, let's just keep on talking. This is great. You guys want some mochas or something? Game of chess maybe?"
Ron just smiles at your snippy comment Brogg. "That's alright. My faith in JESUS is strong enough that I don't really have to defend the faith. I simply serve it."