Colin laughed dryly again."No, you're a spy, and a poor one at that. I could tell the moment I laid eyes on you." Ror rolled with his eyes at the dumbest thing he ever heard just now. It was then that Colin pointed his finger at Ror one last time before turning away and walking back to the bar, motioning Justin over. The bartender grumbled as he walked from the cute young girl he was busy with to Colin. "What?"
"You see that man?" said Colin pointing at Ror yet again. "Pointing is rude, lad," replied Ror and he received another scowl. "He's a spy. Watch him and make sure he doesn't follow me," commanded Colin. But Justin was in no mood, his irritating face showing it all, "Buddy, that man hasn't been interested in you at all. You've been the one over there like some homeless bum beggin change."
Colin looked taken aback, "You... You're in on it too! What... Did he pay you to say that? To go along?"
Now it was Justin's turn to scowl and he leaned over the bar towards Colin. "You got about five seconds to clear out of here before I get the enforcers on you."
Colin backed away a couple of steps, his eyes suddenly darting to every person in the pub, paranoia creeping in more as his breathing quickened. The barman was glaring at him and pointing towards the door.
"You... all of you..." uttered Colin,
"Are normal people," finished Ror,
"Go on. Get moving, pal," said Justin and the barkeeper meant it. Backing away toward the door Colin turned and gruffly pushed a man out of the way as he made a hasty exit. After he had left Ror apologized for the scene to Justin, who nodded and turned back to his "girl".
Left alone again, Ror had trouble focussing on his reading. It seemed Sanria had been right about the state of mind of Colin. Ror wondered what the best course of action would be from here. He had a feeling "Not telling Sanria" was pretty high on the list.
Paranoia I
Ror was sitting at a small round table of the Pub of the Yawning Portal Inn. Since a while he had made it his habit to get out more and he combined pub crawling with reading these days. Since you can't read well while drunk, the crawling involved a lot less actual crawling, but he still got around town a whole lot more these days than before.
As he was reading his book and sipping his 'aquavit', Colin entered the pub. He looked around a bit as if evaluating the place before walking over to the bar with arather disheartened look. While Ror was reading Justin, the bartender, served Colin his drink (an aquavit as well) and went on to his work. Which mostly consisted out of socializing with the young and curvy.
When Ror ordered his new drink, he noticed Colin who was leaning against the wall, staring at him. Politely, Ror greeted the man and turned back to his reading.
"I know why you're here," said Colin. Ror looked up and noticed Colin sitting at the other side of his table now. "I beg your pardon?" Asked Ror. The sudden remark had disrupted his train of thought. Ror was scowled at and then Colin started to talk. A whole lot even.
At first Ror was unsure who or what he dealt with. But as the man started to talk the paranoia was pretty imminent. Was Ror not an agent or spy that was watching Colin all the time? Obviously Ror was sent there by "him". Who was this "him" anyway? No question that Ror raised could seem to resolve the matter and no honest answer he gave helped him further. If anything, the paranoia thickened.
After a while Colin mentioned Sanria, and then the puzzle pieces slided into place in Ror's brain. She had told Ror about her husband, or ex-husband, whatever. The man was seriously ill, delusional, paranoid. He believed Ror Surion was out to murder him. The story seemed pretty real for Colin who was making threats and demanded Ror to pass along the message. Colin had no idea who he was talking to and Ror was not going to tell him either. Furthermore, Ror refused to play along with Colin's imagined reality.
And so they clashed, verbally. Colin was visibly frustrated as Ror kept denying any and all accusations. Colin twisted whatever Ror said back into his imagined reality of paranoia. It was really amazing how a person could do that. Meanwhile the bickering was also followed by Justin, the barkeeper, who was not too fond of potential barfights.
As he was reading his book and sipping his 'aquavit', Colin entered the pub. He looked around a bit as if evaluating the place before walking over to the bar with arather disheartened look. While Ror was reading Justin, the bartender, served Colin his drink (an aquavit as well) and went on to his work. Which mostly consisted out of socializing with the young and curvy.
When Ror ordered his new drink, he noticed Colin who was leaning against the wall, staring at him. Politely, Ror greeted the man and turned back to his reading.
"I know why you're here," said Colin. Ror looked up and noticed Colin sitting at the other side of his table now. "I beg your pardon?" Asked Ror. The sudden remark had disrupted his train of thought. Ror was scowled at and then Colin started to talk. A whole lot even.
At first Ror was unsure who or what he dealt with. But as the man started to talk the paranoia was pretty imminent. Was Ror not an agent or spy that was watching Colin all the time? Obviously Ror was sent there by "him". Who was this "him" anyway? No question that Ror raised could seem to resolve the matter and no honest answer he gave helped him further. If anything, the paranoia thickened.
After a while Colin mentioned Sanria, and then the puzzle pieces slided into place in Ror's brain. She had told Ror about her husband, or ex-husband, whatever. The man was seriously ill, delusional, paranoid. He believed Ror Surion was out to murder him. The story seemed pretty real for Colin who was making threats and demanded Ror to pass along the message. Colin had no idea who he was talking to and Ror was not going to tell him either. Furthermore, Ror refused to play along with Colin's imagined reality.
And so they clashed, verbally. Colin was visibly frustrated as Ror kept denying any and all accusations. Colin twisted whatever Ror said back into his imagined reality of paranoia. It was really amazing how a person could do that. Meanwhile the bickering was also followed by Justin, the barkeeper, who was not too fond of potential barfights.
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