'I shall tell you a story now, one that no one in Garld or outside knows of. It is a story I tell people before taking their lives.' Tripp grinned.
And that look of fear was still on Ansley's face. Ansley wondered if the man before him had lost his mind or if what he said was true.
'Whatever do you mean, Tripp? Have you called me here to play pranks?' Ansley queried.
'You must listen to me Ansley, for I shall not repeat a word of whatever I say.' Tripp continued to grin.
Ansley just sat there and stared at Tripp. He saw the lines on his face and a scar that ran horizontally across his chin.
'Before I tell you my story, you must tell me how you lost your left eye. You must also remove the patch over it.' Tripp's voice echoed in the room.
'My father plucked it out.' Ansley lied.
That was what he told anyone that asked. It was better to lie and make his late father appear bad than for people to judge his life choices.
