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Thu 2nd Feb 2023 07:48

The Shadow of Malice, Addendum

by James St. Mirth

Heading back to his house, with ideas dancing in his head about how to carve, shape, dye and harden the leather to make a mask worthy of a creature from one of the penny dreadful novels, he doesn't notice the bag in his apartment until well after he shuts the door. James does a double take, and stares hard at the bag. Looking it over, a tiny bit worse for wear, but he knows for certain, that's his bag. The one stolen from him that night behind a tavern on the docks. He carefully opens it, pulling the draw string on top to loosen the canvas. A letter falls out and glides over the floor, settling a few feet away. Ignoring it for the moment, James looks inside. Except for some money, everything is in there, everything. Looking to the left he see's that even his pack with his bedroll has been returned, and it's currently slid under his bed. happy to have his armor back, but dreading the reasons why, James walks over and picks up the letter.
 
"I figured you'd need this. After all, we can't have you dying on us till your debt is paid. And it will be paid in full.
M"
 
James crumples up the letter, both happy to have his belongings back, but disgusted because he knows it's just one more thing Marlene is going to hold over his head. He takes his time, laying out all the gear, the weapons, the armor, the shield, inspecting them, cleaning and sharpening them as needed, and realizing that he's going to need a bigger chest to store all this in now. A happy thought does come to him though. "At least now I'll be better able to stand between her and anything that would harm her. That might make this worth it. No, that does make it worth it." With a small smile on his face, he continues with his cleaning and sharpening, preparing his gear for the fights to come.