Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20191016010235/@comment-7262318-20191019160408

"Oh... Oh, I... I see," the door slowly opened, and outstepped a Nord woman. She looked like most of the other remaining citizens in Dragon's Bridge, with a sunken face and bags under her eyes that indicated a severe lack of sleep.

"I wasn't... expecting people to come by," Faida said. "... I haven't seen you around before, have I?"

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"You're lying," Vordel said, his frown deepening.

"No tricks, Vordel. It's cleare day," The old man spoke. "You of course know that your other half is not a natural thing, yes?"

"Of course," The Dark Elf said. "I assumed it was a curse. Something close to a lyncanthrope."

"I'm afraid not," The old man went on. "Lyncantrhopes are souls inhabited by a beastial urge, you see? A second party, or sorts. But in your case, that power is part of you... it isn't something that can be cured or removed."

He closed his eyes and put a hand over his heart. "It is not Vordel and the creature, like your companion is Hagen and then the werewolf. All of it is you... you see?" ---

Denon coughed. "I'm gonna... go see how Vordel is doing."