<Snipped quote by Caldizar>
Ezra:
*the figure removes their hood, revealing a female's face. Its beautiful, despite the scar over her right eye, and the severe burn marks around her throat. She points to herself*
Ezra.
*My eyes widen slightly as I silently scold myself for being so foolish as to not suspect this person of being the one who wrote the letter in the first place. Yet I work it into my act regardless.*
I see.
*I lean in closer to examine the scar. Bad is an understatement, yet it shouldn't be too hard for me to fix. If I can still access my healing abilities that is. Gently pressing my fingers against your throat, I summon up as much energy as I can and watch as a silver light envelopes the area before slowly fading, leaving pristine flesh behind.*
Now that is odd. My aura wasn't this color before... just what did happen to me when I went through that rift?*I let my arm fall to my side as I stand upright once more, my eyes still locked with yours.*
Tell me child, this... demon you speak of... do you know where he is?
And what he is for that matter. Never before have I heard such a term, nor encountered any being calling itself such. Of course I cannot let her know that, but that does not mean I myself cannot find out.
