They must have travelled the length of the Hadarac Desert at least before Murtagh had faltered under the increasing mental attack. He groaned and stumbled around to light a fire and fashion himself a safe bed while gathering his cerebral guards.
Are you feeling unwell? Thorn nudged Murtagh's shoulder after asking him twice before.
Murtagh frowned, "Can you not hear it?" Thorn cocked his scaly crimson head, "That noise!" No reply. "Surely you can hear it! It's like a thousand dwarves hammering steel in a cave!"
Thorn took a moment then frowned, I hear nothing. He finally replied.You must be hearing things. Get to sleep tonight.
I am not crazy Thorn. Murtagh grumbled as he rubbed his temples and he sank into his makeshift bed. He closed his eyes and, thankfully he slept.
"Murtagh! Murtagh you promised you wouldn't leave me!" Nasuada wailed from the slab she was chained too.
"I had to Nasuada, I had to..." He sobbed beside her.
"Why do you cry?" The melodious voice shocked his dream and he glanced up; the room had changed from Nasuada's cell to a dimly lit kitchen, or at least what looked like a kitchen. He couldn't see anyone but himself in a cracked mirror opposite him. "Why do you cry when you could be having fun?" Asked the voice again.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" He barked, drying his eyes on the back of his hand.
"I am everything around you." The voice sang and the room changed to a playroom, "So I have shown myself." He growled, blinking at the bright lights that had just blinded him. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted; "Now I have answered your question, answer mine."
He sighed, maybe talking about his dreams would get rid of the pain they brought, "I left the woman I loved and never told her how I feel about her." He inhaled deeply, tears threatening to fall again as he visualised her in his mind.
"Is that why you ignore me then?" He scowled, unsure of what she meant but he found himself waking from the dream. "Goodbye Murtagh, son of my captor."