On the journey back to Nonpariel, despite
Bastien’s moral objections, Isaack takes the opportunity to plead, wheedle and
beg…
“You see back there, if I’d had a body, I
could have acted as a field medic and healed the dying. I always know who’s the
closest to death anyway. All I’d need is a supply of healing drafts and I could
carry a million of them!”
Isaack takes Bastien’s unimpressed
expression as a cue to continue…
“I could also have thrown Volkon a rope
when he was stuck in that pit!”
“Both times!”
“And in addition to shouting a warning when
those dirty thieves tried to steal me, I could have actually stopped them
myself!”
“With a couple of hands, I could carry even
more than I do now!”
“Considering my magical ability to find
things, I could run and fetch whatever you need, whenever you need it. Like me,
Skeletons don’t need to sleep and they can see in the dark so… Day or night; no
problem.”
“I could carry the torches… Hell, you could
cast ‘Constant flame’ on my skull head. It’d look AWESOME!”
“If you gave me just a measly skeleton, I
could armour and arm myself from stuff I already have and be a real asset to
you. Not only could I fight and flank but I could fight suicidally!… As long as
you promise to fetch me after my body’s destroyed.”
“And… and as I don’t need to sleep… If I
had legs to stand on… I could actually stand guard… All night… EVERY NIGHT!”
Bastien nods in agreement to all of Isaacks
arguments but still refuses. Necromancy is inherently evil and the very thought
of it makes him shudder in revulsion.
If anything, Isaack’s arguments have
strengthened his belief that evil must be driven back.
Sensing his chance waning, the immobile but
quick-witted backpack tries the last tactic available to him…
“PLEEEEEEEEEASE!”
No comments:
Post a Comment