Dragon: The Embers Core Book - MrGone's Character Sheets

“Now that is something to be concerned about. Confusion bordering dementia combined
with a sense of self-loathing and worthlessness could indicate brain misfire or even a tumor.
You should seek a doctor and request an MRI immediately.”
Ivan thought about what a brain-scanning device would find inside his head. Recovering
quickly, he tapped his skull with the knuckles of his left hand. “There’s a metal plate in place of
my occipital, magnetic resonance imaging would be too dangerous.”
“I must insist you seek out some other form of treatment, then. Chatting with me will not
help your situation.” Cameron went to grab the telephone, but Ivan took hold of her shoulder.
Within moments she could not remember what she was doing, she was wrapped in memories of
college. She felt uncontrollably flustered, as if a test she hadn’t studied for was next on the
agenda. “Oh dear, I’ve just remembered that I’ve forgotten something. There’s… I’ve got
something important to do today, could you come back tomorrow?”
Ivan smiled. “It would be my pleasure. Ten o’clock, on time I promise.” He closed the
door with a forceful flex of muscle.
Thump
Cameron canceled all her remaining appointments for the week, and told her assistant to
catch the next plane to anywhere. She was fascinated by this stranger with a death-wish, and
something in her heart told her that he was courting her. Excitement filled her body; someone
had actually come looking for her. Not exactly the man on the white horse, but he’d do well
enough. She just had to fix him.
The next day he returned, though he seemed slimmer than before.
“Ivan.”
“Hello again young lady.” He took off the hat this time, and held it against his chest.
The briefcase sat adjacent to his feet, safely secured by padlock.
“Am I to believe you would like to register as a patient? I’m going to have to start
charging you for these visits.” She didn’t mean it. There was something mysteriously…exciting
about this man.
“No, but I should like to talk with you. At least for a bit longer.”
Cameron flung herself into her chair and, with the momentum of the jump snatched up
her notepad and pen. She settled at the corner of the room and, looking over the page, addressed
this stranger Ivan.
“Tell me more about this friend of yours.”
“What do you want to know about him?”
“Nothing, really. Hearing you describe him will teach me something about you.”
“Well, Nathan was a pretty cool guy.”
“You’re talking about him in the past tense.”
“Right. Sorry.” Ivan swallowed hard. “Nathan is an associate dean at the college. I met
him… I met him many years ago.”
“Wait, Nathan Monroe? I know him, he taught one of my classes.” The coincidence was
interesting, but nothing particularly shocking. At least, until Ivan made it shocking.
“About that. I didn’t just pick your address out of a hat; Nathan had spoken about you in
detail. You reminded him of his daughter.” Ivan couldn’t look her in the eye. “He made me
promise to look out for you when he was gone.”