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The woman, Theresa, called for me, tonight.
I am obedient, and her voice is strong. So strong, more than Lucien, even.
I find myself leaving my home. I do not bother to say goodbye. I know that is what the man expects of me – Dave – and the child, as well, and still, I do not say goodbye.
Perhaps it is because I do not want to see their faces, their heartbreak when I go. I was always softer than the other guards, when it came to handling the slaves. One more of my many failures.
I sit now in the ruins of the ancient Guild of Heroes, and I await my next orders.
The massive woman looks upon me with pity.
The wraith-like, dark-skinned man apologizes for some long-past misdeed. I do not remember having a sister. I do not remember her name, or what she looked like. Apparently she is dead now.
I do not know how I feel about that.
I am supposed to assist the two Heroes in their attempt to reach Bloodstone. We are to locate the third of their number, a so-called "Hero of Skill."