Drisk sighed, this was just great. He had felt the stirrings of hope, hope that he might be safe in this other world. But apparently it was not so, and once again he was marked for death because of events out of his control. Back at home his rage had been unfocused, the whole world being blameworthy for his curse. Here, his anger was easily focused, and right now with every fiber of his being, every molecule if his body, with all four of his unnatural forms, Drisk hated the cloaked figure for once again jeapordizing his safety.
Drisk's hair had abandoned it's orange tint of earlier, and now Drisk was thinking completely independently, none of his forms making suggestions. "You mentioned legends" Drisk said. "Legends are something that is rare on my world. They might lead to rebellion, and so anyone spreading the word of legends is sent to prison for the rest of their lives. Not all the world's share common freedom's." Here Drisk's voice sounded slightly less cold, and began to develop a small confidence in its tone. "I will help you slay that thing. Especially if what you say is true, and once again I find myself in danger for reasons out of my control." Drisk would have offered to heal the wound with his healer form, but it seemed unnecessary after the care that had already been given to the arm.
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