"He didn't say. He had red hair and spoke like the truest of madmen, that's all I know. Everyone is too afraid to pursue him now."

[She stopped for a moment and glanced at him. Her blue eyes shimmered to fiery red for a second before turning back to her normal blues. This girl was carrying some intense magic. Relatively unstable magic at that.]


"In my opinion, he is no longer deserving of a name. He lost all right to call himself a human. He is a wretched refuse, a stain. Nay, a blight that needs to be destroyed. Destroyed many times over until there is nothing left of him to regenerate."

[She continued on towards Fayren at a calm walk, looking completely normal again. They were getting close to the archway now.]