After death, I had to make a deal with higher powers: I agreed to entertain them, and they would give me a second chance in return.
Lucky? I wouldn’t say so…
Earlier, I was the most ordinary thief. “Take what’s poorly secured and run”—that was my lifestyle. But now my partner is an orc who’s too correct.
Has anyone told him that orcs eat people, not save them? And in what sense are we not charging for “rescue”? I don’t work for free! Take that book away from him! Orcs don’t read!
Anyway, I made the deal.
Let the show begin!