Thora crawled deeper and deeper into the shadows as the chamber beneath her filled out more and more. She did not like crowds. No she did not. But of course her Thirst liked it. 'Ironic.' she'd have thought, except that was a word she didn't know. She hated herself at times. Why was all this happening to her? She did not pay attention to what was being said even after the hall filled. She had to work too hard to restrain the Thirst to do that.

She could feel how the bridled power was stretching her essence, making her less and less human. She hated it. She loved it. Even so, when the hall began to empty and darken after some roaring applause for some reason she did not know, she found her grasp on resistance slipping. She quickly tried to find new holds on it. She could not let it go here. It was too dangerous! The last thing she remembered before the Thirst consumed all thought, was herself slowly crawling down from her hidden spot.