Chapter 4: Escape Room
“William Oh is the smartest, most talented, badass, stoic individual that this town has ever produced, bar none,” Jason announced. Let it never be said that Jason Salazarskimps on a job.
“Really?” the priestess asked, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table, staring directly at him. She bore a symbol of Granesh on her waist, and honestly, a questionable choice of clothes.
“Have you heard about William Oh?” Jason asked between scooping the thick stew into his mouth. The stuff on the bottom was the tiniest bit burnt-tasting, and it was rare to get a piece of meat or veggies, but it was a damn sight better than the orphanage’s bread and gruel.
“I sure haven’t. Do tell.”
Jason lowered his voice and leaned forward conspiratorially, prompting the pretty priestess to do the same. “Some say he’s a descendant of the very gods themselves. Nothing human could possibly have accomplished the same feats,” Jason whispered. “I personally saw him kill three men…with a writing quill.”
“Oh my,” the priestess said, resting her chin on her palm, completely unconvinced.
“Indeed. People say he was BORN on the top floor of The Tower. They say he was steeped in its lethal miasma from birth, giving him strange and unnatural powers.”
“They say that, huh?” the priestess asked with a smirk. “How come I’ve never heard of him, then?”
“You will,” Jason said, pointing his greasy spoon at the woman. “Keep your ear to the ground and you’ll soon hear whispers of his prowess. William is a master of both blade and women. A man of Focus, Commitment, and sheer fuckin’ Will.