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Date Posted: 19:08:30 01/02/02 Wed
Author: Marz
Subject: Stronger medicine sounds good
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "Excuse me?" on 15:55:58 01/02/02 Wed

When Tristan made the comment about not being aware that it was a crime for them to share, Marz gritted his teeth in anger. He wasn't even sure why the hell he suddenly felt angry, but after a moment he was able to reason it out.

For a long time, Marz had been in the habit of supplying people with things. He was the one that saw to it that his gang was well fed, and equipped with needed weapons. Because of him they had a roof over their heads and money in their pockets most of the time. He was the reason The Street Devils earned a reputation as the most bad-assed gang in Bizmar. They were so damned good at terrorizing the population that Tegol Denair hired them on to be a part of his organization.

And what did all that hard work get me? His gang members slowly turned away from him in favor of the drugs that Tegol handed out like candy! The bastards practically screwed him over after all the shit he did for them.

Marz also took care of a group of street urchins for nearly a year. He taught them how to make money from simple scams so they wouldn't have to get involved with the pimp, LaCrot. Before taking off with Erlic on his first quest he saw to it that the mage, Azaya gave them a place to live within her inn. After his first trip to Neromba, he spent all the money he accumulated from that excursion on gifts for them. I'm forever giving things to people, but get nothing in return and that's going to stop!

Shit, he even gave his children away to Khally without a fight and pretended that it didn't bother him, knowing that he would probably never see them again! And now, he was providing Tristan with everything he needed, and most times all he got for his efforts was sarcasm or intense glares. Marz decided right then that the dragon could buy his own stuff from now on. It was time people stopped relying on him for every raking thing. From now on, what's mine stays MINE!

"Um, how's your headache by the way?" Tristan asked, snapping him from his reverie. "If it still hurts, maybe I could.....I could get you some....stronger medicine."

Marz liked that idea because maybe something stronger might eliminate the incessant buzzing in his head. Damn! He would make sure he never cried again if this was how he was going to feel afterwards. Although he had plenty of headaches before, he never experienced such a noisy one. The constant racket almost made him want to rip his hair out! For a moment he forgot all about his sudden possessiveness and smiled at the dragon. "Yeah, Tris. Why don't you go ask Jeremy or Val for something that will rid me of these ridiculous, deafening sounds in my head that are about to drive me raking crazy!"

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