[h3][center][color=#00a651][b]Brorin Foul[/b][/color][/center][/h3]
[quote][color=6ecff6][b]You have woken.[/b][/color][/quote]
Brorin's eye flickered open. His breath, stuck in his throat. His heart, aflutter, yet heavy, weighed down by a magic ancient and terrible, [i]waiting[/i] for him. Disorientation. A mere whisper never stirred him from his sleep here in the Maw. No, here he was safe, watched by friends, as he watched them. But this whisper? This one did. He felt the familiar streaks of cold tracing his body. [i]All of it.[/i] And it was damp, like it was after a night filled with delirious dreams. and through the haze... 

[quote][i]That voice –[/i][/quote]
[i]That voice –[/i] 

[color=00a651][b]"Here to gloat at me once more, she-devil?"[/b][/color] Brorin gasped, barely managing to push the words from his throat, stiffened by her invisible chains. It could well have been a death rattle, unless... 

[quote][color=6ecff6][b]Patience[/b][/color], the Warden says, her voice like breaking glass.[/quote]
Yes, he remembered the first time she revealed herself to him. Appeared in all her vainglory. Made a mockery of him. Beauty. A woman. The only one who never flinched when she saw his half-decayed form. Who gave him a second chance, or whatever this was. [i]How dare she.[/i] Brorin gritted his teeth. Was it anger, fear? 

[quote][color=6ecff6][b]All in due time. They are waking.[/b][/color][/quote]
He heard the stirring forms around him. Who were they? Hearing their bodies move it was clear he wasn't with his own kind anymore. No, no dragging limbs, they were too controlled. Their breaths too... [i]perfect[/i]. So then... What was [i]he[/i] doing here? Why was he chosen?

[color=6ecff6][i]All in due time.[/i][/color]