Episode Twelve
My warlock was a mighty fine piece of tech. I know I’ve told you about it already, but I don’t think I can understate how important it was to me. And while it certainly played a role in my getting into all of this, I can guarantee you I wouldn’t be sitting here now if weren’t for that g*n.
It was my… well, I suppose you could call him my mentor, Walterson, who introduced me to warlocks. He carried one himself, of course, but admitted it was mainly for appearances. He didn’t often have the silvers for it, and I don’t think he ever carried second- or third-tier silvers. But he said the way it looked on your hip was important because it changed how others treated you. He’d managed his way through more than a couple of difficult spots by simply pulling his warlock—whether he h
