I could feel the Warlock’s chains wrap harshly against my wrists as I had finished. The scene was bloody and gory and I could practically feel myself slipping. It felt as if I was an outsider looking in but feeling all the sensations around me. I could hear shouting mixed with gentle speech, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. It had been one of the things that made me useless; my ears couldn’t pick up any sound too well unless they were 3 feet away from me. I couldn’t even focus enough to try and make out what was being said but I could feel the chains shift and scratch as I struggled against them. Why was I struggling?

“Now, now, my friend, be at ease.” I could finally hear our bard say as he went over and looked at me, his eyes filled with sorrow and sympathy. “You’ve lost who you are. But we won’t stop until trying to help until you do, okay? Venessa knows your still in there, so do I.”

I couldn’t even make out what I had said in the state I was in, but it seemed to be a question. Why? Why keep me around? Why not get rid of me? What do you and our Paladin, Venessa, see? And, as if reading what I wanted to say, our bard simply smiled softly.

“We see a friend.”

I froze upon hearing the words. A friend…? I could feel something warm rolling down my cheeks and my eyes suddenly caught a burning sensation, blurring before unblurring. I couldn’t understand what was happening until Venessa walked over and cupped my cheek with a solemn smile.

“And those who have fully lost humanity do not cry such human tears,” She spoke, her voice soft and gentle as if trying to soothe me until I noticed her glance behind me and sighed softly. “But, I’m sorry. We have to put you to sleep now.”

“But we will wake you in our next stop!” The bard exclaimed cheerfully as he began to strum a clam tune on his lyre, and moments later, my eyelids drew heavy before I felt myself slump forward as drowsiness overcame me and put me to slumber.