Just like the previous time, Odin had received a letter, from the same poor delivery boy, who had to have been a nephew oh Khalash or something. This time, the boy at least knew what to expect, and even greeted Odin in a friendly enough manner, something that the Lich hadn't expected in the slightest. They had a brief talk about the previous time, with the delivery boy, who's name turned out to be Damian, getting a bit embarrassed about screaming at the sight of the Lich. Laughing about the entire thing, Odin told him not to worry, as it happened and it was just pleasant to talk to him now, which wasn't a lie. Damian had had the same reaction as the majority of people that met Odin for the first time: sudden fear, Odin couldn't blame him for that, but he was a better man because he moved past it now to actually have a decent conversation with him, despite his appearance.
Due to their conversation being pleasant with no real end in sight, as Damian ended up being an interesting enough character after all, Odin didn't realise how much time had passed, and neither had his new acquaintance. With Damian checking the time, they both simultaneously swore as they began making their way out of the inn, going their separate ways for today: Odin to the shop, Damian back to his home, where his parents would no doubt be wondering where he was. Odin had luckily convinced him not to go into too much detail as to who he had met, as they likely would send an angry mob on a witch hunt to find and kill Odin, which was more of a mild annoyance than a life threatening problem, but still worth avoiding. Once they parted ways, Odin made his way to the shop, wondering what it was the Khalash wished of him this time. Last time, the old man had simply wanted Odin to stand guard of his shop, and scare off a couple of rowdy ne'er-do-wells, which had been easy enough, with Odin only having to summon a single skeleton reaver, his most powerful summon, to intimidate them. How odd, that a three meter tall skeleton with a two meter tall sword was terrifying for a group of boys. The sword had, in fact, been bigger than them.
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