Meeting Samillithe
Cryden Jameraltin was sitting on a squishy brown leather couch preparing to eat a whole pizza when suddenly, the door bell rang! Reluctantly, Cryden rose from his comfy seat and slowly walked over, groaning and stretching a bit as he did.
He opened the door and said, “Hello? What’s the business? I was about to eat!”
Standing there at the door was a man who looked quite the opposite of him. This strange visitor was very thin and his ribs stuck out as though he was merely a skeleton covered by a thin layer of skin. His eyes were sunken deep into his eye sockets and his hair was a deep dark brown.
“Sorry to bother you… but… well… I need help with something,” the skinny man said, staring into Cryden’s eyes with a very sad and hopeful look.
One look into those sunken in green eyes and Cryden felt pity for this scrawny man. He couldn’t have been any older than 33, he still had a long life ahead of him.
“No no, you aren’t bothering me. Come on in, there’s enough pizzar to share,” Cryden said.
The scrawny man nodded thanks and walked into the house.
“Quite a nice place you’ve got here…” the man said, looking around.
The house wasn’t very big and the hallway was only a bit wider than Cryden, which of course caused getting around to be a bit difficult. Cryden carefully led the visitor to the sitting room which he was seated in just moments ago. The sitting room was painted a cheery yellow and on the walls were some paintings of flowers and animals.
“It really isn’t much… I mean, lots of people can afford bigger houses,” Cryden said.
The scrawny man tilted his head in confusion and then sat on the couch where Cryden was sitting. Cryden then served him a few slices of his precious pizza on a thin white paper plate.
“So tell me… what is your name?” Cryden asked.
”…me…? Umm… uh… I think my name is Samillithe Maxillion,” the man said, putting a finger on his chin in thought.
“Your name is Samillithe? And how can you not remember your own name?” Cryden asked.
“Oh, that’s because I never go by my real name,” Samillithe said.
“And why not?” asked Cryden, raising an eyebrow.
“Well… it’s supposed to be a secret, but I trust you enough,” Samillithe said.
"My name is Cryden Jameraltin," Cryden said.
He then stopped talking to take a big bite of pizza. He chewed, swallowed, and then spoke again, “You said you needed help with something?”
Samillithe ate some pizza as well, copying how Cryden did it. After this, he answered, “Yes… about that…”
Cryden nodded, wanting to hear what Samillithe had to say.
“I kinda borrowed my transportation here,” Samillithe said.
“And by that do you mean you stole it?” Cryden asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes… but worse than that… I crashed it…” Samillithe admitted.
“Oh dear… Were you or anyone else injured?” Cryden asked.
“Not exactly… the only thing that was really destroyed was the thing itself…” Samillithe said, looking at his pizza and nudging it a little.
“So what did you need help with…?” Cryden asked.
“I have no money, but because I wrecked the vehicle, I now have to pay double the rental price…” Samillithe said.
“Oh dear… um… how much do you need?” Cryden asked.
“The owner is willing to take 200,000 of any currency,” Samillithe said.
Cryden started chocking on his pizza, surprised by the high price desired.
“200,000?!” cried Cryden between coughs.
“Yes, it meant a lot to him…” Samillithe said.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea how I can possibly help you!” Cryden said.
“I’m quite the traveler,” Samillithe said, “So I’ve gained something very valuable.”
“And what would that be?” Cryden asked.
“Something living- Something that shouldn’t be living even!” said Samillithe.
“Well what is it?!” Cryden asked, desperately wanting to know.
“Ever heard of a Dodo?” Samillithe asked.
Cryden gasped, “Oh my… you’ve got to be joking! You have one?! A real live one, for real?!”
Samillithe nodded, smiling crazily. “And you know what else?”
“What?” Cryden asked.
“I can let you buy it from me, for the 200,000 I need!” Samillithe said.
Cryden fell over in a comical way, accidentally taking his pizza with him.
“What?” Samillithe asked.
“…I already told you, I don’t have that much money…” Cryden said.
“Come on… I’ll let you pay in small amounts at a time…” Samillithe said, “It’s a Dodo… how can you resist the chance to own a supposedly extinct animal?”
“Alright!” said Cryden, “It’s a deal!”
Samillithe smiled, his green eyes sparkling for once.
Cryden got up off the floor, eating the pizza even though it touched the ground.
“Also, thanks for the pizza, that’s actually the most I’ve eaten in awhile,” Samillithe said, though he still had a full slice left on his plate.
“Really?” asked Cryden, “That wasn’t that much pizzar…”
“Yeah, the past few weeks I’ve been living off of bottled water,” Samillithe said, “You know, because I have no money for food?”
“That doesn’t sound healthy,” Cryden said.
“No offense, but neither does lying around all day,” Samillithe said.
Cryden chuckles, “Good point… but now that I must buy this Dodo you mentioned, I’ll have to actually do my job.”
“Right, should I go fetch her?” Samillithe asked.
“Definitely… By the way… here is an extra set of keys. I want you to stick around here until you are able to repay your debt,” Cryden said, tossing a set of keys to Samillithe.
Samillithe reached up and caught the keys without even looking.
“Nice! Thank you so much! You’re such a kind man!” Samillithe said.
“The room down the hall to your left is empty, feel free to adjust it to fit your needs,” Cryden said.
Samillithe got up and journeyed down the main hall back to the front door.
