Delta stares at him blankly. Wondering what he should say as even he doesn’t know why he’s there. He got drunk one night and the next thing he knew, he was on a boat.
Not wanting the strange gentleman to be creeped out by his silence, Delta spoke in a deep and meaningful manner, “Honestly I don’t know myself. I also wonder why I’m really here myself.”
The man looked into my purple eyes, and in response, he said “I see. I understand the feeling, not knowing your place in the world. Wondering why you were born and if your life had some greater meaning to it. I myself am still working through it.”
Huh, what’s this guy going on about.
As the strange gentleman continued his speech, a large rusty hand grasped hold of his shoulder, “Hey Delta! What you doing already conversing with the guide. I thought you weren’t fond of conversation.
Who’s this guy.
The gentleman stopped with his whole life speech, instead of asking the man, “Are you with this nice man.”
“Yep, though I wouldn’t call him nice. If he was nice, I don’t we could use him in our little hunting session we got planned today. Right Delta?” What’s this guy talking about.
“Hunting session? What do you mean?”
“Well, don’t be too surprised but, we’re planning on killing those idiot trolls that live near here.”
Wait...What!
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