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Matilda clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, messing about in this fortress only achieved wasting their time.  She wanted to ride off toward Hdur, but she did not know what would happen to her during the night. Although she could handle herself in a fight, there was something frightening about wandering out in the fortress. Having that corpse walking around did not help her anxiety. “[color=00a651][b]We can rest here, and head for Hdur when the sun rises.[/b][/color]” She glared over toward Anderson. Even though she couldn’t see her expression, he could tell she was staring at him. 

Sitting alone in another room, the room she was sitting in was partially open letting the moonlight fill half of the room. Resting up against a wall, her sword was standing near her upright. Taking off her helmet while taking a deep breath.  Taking in the sound of the fauna outside.  Her sense of tranquillity was disturbed by a noise coming from the other end of the room.  Thinking it was some sort of creature hiding in the fortress, she gripped her sword hilt. 

“[color=ed1c24][i]You know, you will never find him. He’s as dead as ol Birk.[/i][/color]” The voice was familiar to Matilda, it was an entity born from her family’s curse. Those who were unable to conquer the curse, ended up utterly insane.

 “[b][color=00a651]Be silent, we will find the prince.  I know he is still alive, it would not make any sense for the kidnappers to kill their hostage.[/color][/b]” She shook her head, as the eyes in the darkness seemed to roll in annoyance.  

“[i][color=ed1c24]Highly unlikely, they could have off em. Could have killed him once they had run his course. I would ave loved to see what they would have done to him, cutting off his fingers and toes. Enjoying his squeals while they cut off his peter. All because you could not save him.[/color][/i]” The voice changed to the prince crying for Matilda to save him, before changing back to the voice laughing sadistically. 

“[b][color=00a651]SHUT YOUR MOUTH CUR.[/color][/b]” Matilda screamed out, her voice echoing throughout the fortress. Her hand tightly gripped her sword. 

‘[color=ed1c24][i]You should be searching for him right now, you would have a better chance of finding him yourself.[/i][/color]” The voice said which made Matilda shake her head. 

“[color=00a651][b]I don’t know if I could find him myself, which is why I have people helping me.[/b][/color]” She waved her hand back and forth. 

“[color=ed1c24][i]Oh like that bumpkin bear, the necromancer, and that snooty tin man? They have done nothing to help your investigation. Tin man ditched you, and the other two were found squat except for talking to birds and dead bodies.[/i][/color]” The voice’s voice was speaking to Matilda in a mocking manner. 

“[color=00a651][b]They have been quite helpful, so don’t underestimate their abilities. I believe in them.[/b][/color]’ This made the voice chuckle.

“[color=ed1c24][i]Ha, I highly doubt that. You would be better off without them, the rage is what get’s things done. SMASH AND RIP.[/i][/color]” The voice seemed to disappear, its voice echoing in her ears. Matilda took the bottle of whiskey out, chugging the contents. Feeling a bit of her sanity starting to fade away.