There is a preferred bard of mine named Trent of Clan Reznor. The bard is known for his dark moods and even darker songs. I don't mind and frankly prefer the pragmatism of this words if only due to the fact that life is not all beer and skittles.
There is a particluar song by the abovementioned bard that is apprapo of our closing time on the Island of Demos and the events that met our departure from the island.
It goes like this:
I'd listen to the words he'd say
But in his voice I heard decay
The plastic face forced to portray
All the insides left cold and gray
There is a place that still remains
It eats the fear it eats the pain
The sweetest price he'll have to pay
The day the whole world went away
Na na nah
Na na na, nah
Na na nah
Na na na , nah
A bit dramatic, I know. However, the words we heard from the cultists pale in comparison to what we saw join the cultists and the magics performed there. These things were evil. I'm not a paladin nor am I one to cast dispersions lightly nor do I particularly care for one's affiliation, but these things were very, very, very bad. Whatsmore, these things, and the thing leading them, knew we were in the cave. They knew we witnessed the events. And they didn't care. If that doesn't betray one's place in the cosmos, I don't know what does. We were less than nothing in their eyes. This is a chilling realization and I think it might shed some light on Norris' underlying fear. Yes, we are likely marked men, as Norris would have me believe to be his primary concern. However, the real concern (and I may be projecting here) is the whole non-chalance of the thing. In otherwords, we are nothing to them; they can make our whole world go away.
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