"A very long time ago, I stole something from a powerful deity," Stalwart said. "His name was Omega. He only realized what I have done after I'd disappeared. For one reason or another, he chose not to chase after me."
"This has nothing to do with what I asked you," I said.
"It'll come, it'll come," the old man said. "I just haven't been able to talk to anybody in a long time as Stalwart you see. I always have to hide behind some fake name, wear clothes that don't even fit me. Cut your old man some slack, will you?"
"Listen, old man," I hissed at him, emphasizing the last two words with a pointed forefinger. "Stop wasting my time and tell me the goddamn story already."
"You know," Stalwart said, scratching his stubble. "I don't like you young man."
"Spit-it-out!" I said with a clenched jaw and tightened fists.
