20.Jan.12, 12:47 AM
How could this get any stranger?
Talian watched in muted horror as the deranged man started to spiral into even greater madness. Surely this screw-loose was descending into even darker depths, subject to horrors unknown to mortal men. Why, he was even speaking in tongues! D'ren? What in Faranth's name was a D'ren? Was that some sort of title? Perhaps some sort of renegade warlord, befitting of this absolutely uncivilized location?
"...Why are you the one panicking?" Talian asked abruptly, his tone dry and unpleasantly low. He clicked his fingers anxiously on the table, uncomfortably aware of the sweat trickling down his neck. He didn't like the idea of sitting in a small room with a man who was clearly clutching the last frayed strings of his sanity. Talian's face bleached and he set his jaw.
"I..." He wasn't sure what he was about to say, but whatever it was disappeared abruptly when Larrikith's voice appeared in his head. He had no idea dragons could talk. As far as he knew, they were animals. So naturally, when a female voice materialized unexpectedly in his head, he feared for his own mind.
"Oh no..." he squeaked, gripping the sides of his head and slumping down in his chair. "...It's happened, hasn't it? All the studying and father's constant clamoring, all the surprise examinations and the questioning by the masters' committee...I've lost it, haven't I?" He leaned forward across the table, eyes wide and jaw hanging slack. "I bet you don't even exist... do you?" he asked, voice trembling.
Talian watched in muted horror as the deranged man started to spiral into even greater madness. Surely this screw-loose was descending into even darker depths, subject to horrors unknown to mortal men. Why, he was even speaking in tongues! D'ren? What in Faranth's name was a D'ren? Was that some sort of title? Perhaps some sort of renegade warlord, befitting of this absolutely uncivilized location?
"...Why are you the one panicking?" Talian asked abruptly, his tone dry and unpleasantly low. He clicked his fingers anxiously on the table, uncomfortably aware of the sweat trickling down his neck. He didn't like the idea of sitting in a small room with a man who was clearly clutching the last frayed strings of his sanity. Talian's face bleached and he set his jaw.
"I..." He wasn't sure what he was about to say, but whatever it was disappeared abruptly when Larrikith's voice appeared in his head. He had no idea dragons could talk. As far as he knew, they were animals. So naturally, when a female voice materialized unexpectedly in his head, he feared for his own mind.
"Oh no..." he squeaked, gripping the sides of his head and slumping down in his chair. "...It's happened, hasn't it? All the studying and father's constant clamoring, all the surprise examinations and the questioning by the masters' committee...I've lost it, haven't I?" He leaned forward across the table, eyes wide and jaw hanging slack. "I bet you don't even exist... do you?" he asked, voice trembling.