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[deadelfwalking]

Try to explain. What are you experiencing, exactly?

[He knows. He just doesn't want to admit it.]

[sithiche]

[ He is quiet for a moment as he tries to figure out how to articulate it. ]

It's mostly voices. Whispers. I thought it was in my head until I started seeing things... shadows... always just out of the corner of my eye. It didn't stop when I went out to the outlands, so it's not confined to the housing building.

[deadelfwalking]

[Shadows ... he shifts uncomfortably. How could they be affecting other people? These were his demons.

It must be something else.]


... I don't know. That could be any number of things.

[Still, his uncertainty is obvious.]

[sithiche]

[ The tone of Koltira's voice is enough to make Artemis frown. ]

Have you ever dealt with anything like this before?

[deadelfwalking]

All death knights hear whispers constantly.

[sithiche]

I see.

Is it... normal for them to effect other people?

[deadelfwalking]

[mutter.]

No.

[sithiche]

Alright. So we've established that something unusual is definitely happening here.

[ He pauses for a moment to rub at his temple before speaking once more. ]

Any ideas about what could be causing this?

[deadelfwalking]

[With increasing agitation.]

No.

[sithiche]

Well then--

[ He almost snaps at Koltira in response to that tone, but bites it back. A sigh is audible as he squeezes his eyes shut for a long moment. ]

I managed to get a hold of a couple bottles of brandy, if you want one.

[deadelfwalking]

[ARE YOU FIXIN TO TALK BACK TO HIM, SON? Koltira grinds his teeth. He knows it's a kind gesture, and he's missed Artemis. But there's so much wrong right now, there's so much howling in his ears--]

... Another time, Artemis.

[sithiche]

[ He would just nod and hang up, but he realizes that's not visible right now. ]

Alright.

[ His tone is flat, as though to suggest his current state of displeasure. ]

[ Click.]

[voice]

[scornful]

Mr Deathweaver. It's been a while.

[deadelfwalking]

I have no desire to speak with you.

[scornful]

And yet, here you are.

Do you miss Bariyan, Mr Deathweaver?

[deadelfwalking]

Deathweaver is not my family name.

[scornful]

Answer the question, Mr Deathweaver.

[deadelfwalking]

I will not answer to that name.

[scornful]

[ heavy sigh!!! ]

Sir Koltira.

[deadelfwalking]

[THAT'S BETTER, DOUCHE.]

Yes, I miss him.

[scornful]

How terrible! Let me help.

I can give you reason not to.

[deadelfwalking]

You are not trustworthy.

[scornful]

Strangely enough, neither is Bariyan. He's just much nicer about it.

[deadelfwalking]

If you have something to say, then say it.

[scornful]

All right. Settle down, child. Storytime.

I killed Bariyan. Maybe you already knew this. Maybe you didn't. Now you do. I cut his head off and I walked away. But I had my reasons.

Did Bariyan ever tell you about the slavery he grew up with?