Galewood

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"Okay?" Narik asked the man who just entered his office. "I told you what I wanted and you come in here and tell me something completely different. If you think you can open a store up and only give me 30% of the profit, you best get out of this town right now!" The man looked to Narik and fell to his knees, "Please sir, I can't go no place else. I don't have enough money to travel to another town, so that's why I need as much of the profit as possible. You have to understand!" Narik sighed, "Okay, you know what? I'll make you a deal, you can have your 70% for the first month the store is open, after that, it'll be 50-50. Got it?" The man jumped up from the floor and shook Narik's hand. 'Yes sir! I've got it, I won't let you down." The man ran out the room and Narik got out of his seat. "I guess it's time for a drink..."

Narik sat down at the barstand. "You know the drill, give me the worst you've got." Narik told the bartender. A townsman sitting next to Narik looked over to him, "You know, for the leader of our town, you sure don't act like it. Always getting drunk and harassing villagers..." Narik laughed and took a drink, "And if it weren't for me, half of you folk would be setting up camp in the middle of a forest. So, I think it's better to have me as a leader than nothing!" Narik moved his left hand up to the table and the man noticed a wedding ring on his finger. "I didn't know you were married." Narik took another drink, "I'm not." The man moved in closer, "Then why do you-" Narik suddenly smashed the drink against the man's head, "I DON'T KNOW! Maybe I like being haunted by my past, so that I can never forget what I did and make myself always ask how I could've changed it." Narik got up and left the bar, but turned at the doorway to the man, "But if that is the case, I don't know why I drink away the pain.."

He stumbled out of the bar and walked down the street. A preist walked by him and gave a dirty look. "The fuck you looking at?" Narik yelled at him. The preist turned, "Such fowl language, well I wouldn't expect anything else from a drunk like you." Narik clutched his hand into a fist, "And what are you gonna do about it? Wack me with your holy stick? Get out of here you crazy..." Narik fell to the ground before finishing his sentence. "Okay, I guess I had a little too much to drink..." He got back up to his feet, giving the preist one last look before turning to an alleyway that led to his manor. But before he could get there, he was struck in the back of the head and went unconcious.

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He woke up tied to a chair in a small, dark room. "Great, I love spending my evenings having no idea where the hell I am..." Narik said under his breath. A man in a hooded cape walked out of the shadows of the room. "Okay, listen here and listen good. I know you be the leader of this town and I know you be having the money. I want it, I want as much as you can give me. I ain't asking for it all, just some. I ain't like none of them real theives, I take what I can get." Narik laughed, "You know, if I wasn't stuck in a chair right now, I would actually like you, kid. Tell you what, you let me go and I'll take you to my manor and get you some money. have enough anyway, not like giving some to you would change anything." The kid quickly ran over to the chair and untied Narik. 'Okay kid, let's get to it." Narik said as he rubbed his arm.

In the manor, Narik walked over to a painting and took it off. There was safe behind it and he took a key out of his shoe to open it. The boy laughed, "You hid your money behind a picture? Isn't that what everyone does, thought you'd be a little more clever." Narik gave the kid a annoyed look and then opened the safe room. Both of them entered it and Narik grabbed a sack and threw it at the boy. "Okay, there you go. I believe there is enough in there to last you a good three years, now scram!" The boy walked out of the room and Narik turned to look at the room one more time before leaving as well. As soon as he got out of the room though, he noticed the boy was directly to his right with a club. "Oh god, not again.." Narik said as he was knocked out.

He got up awhile later and quickly investigated what was gone. Surprisingly, none of the money had been stolen even though the safe was wide open. "Guess that lil bastard just wanted to hit me again..." Narik grunted as he reached to his shoe to get the key, but instead he grabbed a note. He opened it and read:

I told you I only wanted you to give me some money, I can handle the rest now, no need to wait for me because there will be more than one of us next time, you know, lessen the trips to carry all of it out.

Narik crumbled the note and threw it to the floor. "I can't believe I just got conned, I AM THE DAMN CON MAN!"

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Narik looked around the room trying to come up with a plan. "Okay, I think I've got it. They think they are some clever people, but wait for what I have in store." He ran to the safe room and grabbed as many bags of money as he could carry and threw them out of the window into his personal carriage. He then ran back to the safe room and grabbed more bags and continued the cycle until all the bags were in the carriage. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Time for the grande finale!" Narik grabbed some lanterns from around his room and threw them to the ground, starting a fire. "Okay, everyone will think I died trapped inside my room hopefully, I doubt anyone in this town is smart enough to think otherwise."

Narik ran out onto the street and hopped onto the carriage. He grabbed the whip and made the horses move off. Two men would eating outside and noticed the carriage zoom down the street, while the manor was burning in the distance. "What the hell did Narik just do?" One of the men asked. The other looked to him and shrugged, "Who knows, maybe we'll get a new leader now." Narik made it out of the town walls and into a crossroad. He pulled out a map from under the seat and examined it. "Let me see, the closest town from here is...Braiden. Well, time for a change of scenery!"

------Continued in Braiden-----

(Sorry for the essay )