To the other, he chuckled lightly. "It may have escaped your notice, but the law can be used by the devious to make the irrational true. However in this case..." he gave a small smile that wasn't quite as benign as his usual smiles.
"This is where I entered the story. We weren't in Barthis when we found out about the situation. Our middle son was staying with us while he was fitted for his prosthetics, and my wife could not leave her students again until she was sure that her absence wouldn't once more weaken the school such that it could be attacked. So I was the one who could leave, without their help. But there were others who I could call upon. The Seer's talking cat was one. A Necromantic golem named Quilt with the best sense of humour one could ask for. But still I needed more help. So I spoke with my best friend. Lars Strutz. Accountant." He grinned as if he had been announcing a superhero. As though being an accountant was more exciting than say, the necromantic golem he had mentioned.
"I had thought the battle would have been one of numbers and laws. It never occurred to me that as much as Lars would be able to help the town with finances and law... it was his connection to his son that would prove to be even more relevant..."
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To the other, he chuckled lightly. "It may have escaped your notice, but the law can be used by the devious to make the irrational true. However in this case..." he gave a small smile that wasn't quite as benign as his usual smiles.
"This is where I entered the story. We weren't in Barthis when we found out about the situation. Our middle son was staying with us while he was fitted for his prosthetics, and my wife could not leave her students again until she was sure that her absence wouldn't once more weaken the school such that it could be attacked. So I was the one who could leave, without their help. But there were others who I could call upon. The Seer's talking cat was one. A Necromantic golem named Quilt with the best sense of humour one could ask for. But still I needed more help. So I spoke with my best friend. Lars Strutz. Accountant." He grinned as if he had been announcing a superhero. As though being an accountant was more exciting than say, the necromantic golem he had mentioned.
"I had thought the battle would have been one of numbers and laws. It never occurred to me that as much as Lars would be able to help the town with finances and law... it was his connection to his son that would prove to be even more relevant..."