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warnings, this would not have happened." A great sadness filled his eyes.
"My heart pities them."
"How did you get here?
"Betrayed, in the town known for betrayals. I thought I could spark the light
of goodness here, set a few souls free of the traps they created for
themselves. Instead, I found myself ensnared, quite against my will, by my
former cohorts, bound up in this lightless bubble beneath the earth." He
looked to me then, his eyes pale and white, "You are not from these
accursed lands, mortal. Why have you come here?"
"Ravel the hag told me to seek you."
"Ravel... Ravel..." the name echoed throughout the chamber, and I
shuddered. Dead she might be, but part of me was still afraid that her spirit
might answer the call, "Her name strikes sparks in my memory, but... no, it is
gone. These chains are like the murky waters of the Styx - the longer they
remain, the less I remember. Should I be freed, I could answer your
questions to your satisfaction."
"What can you tell me of those chains?"
"These chains are of such a make that they bind me without binding. They
drown memories, slowing holding them beneath a stagnant river so that my
knowledge slips and ebbs. I cannot break them with my strength... only an
immortal divine force, an act of justice and mercy may shatter them."
Dak'kon was right. Belief chains him.
"How can you be freed, then?"
"An act of kindness done to me shall set me free. My sword - my soul - is an
agent of such kindness. Fetch the blade for me and strike my chains off. It is
kept somewhere in this prison, in a locked and guarded chamber. I know the
combination to the entrance." He spoke three arcane syllables that burned
into my memory. "Free me, and I should be... in your debt. Perhaps I can aid
you in what you seek."
"You know of what I seek?"
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