User blog:Ziharku/Log 7: Containment (Part 2)

Busy, I have been. With the help of my companion I have managed to piece together a nearly complete set of my own armor, identical to that of the strange man in the prison with no bars. Lacking in the final piece, the turban, I go to the craftsman. He cannot craft this however. And so I seek out the seer, so that I may again see the man in the prison, perhaps he will know where I can get it made.

He will not, however. Instead, I am tasked to follow one similar to himself. To be wary of this person’s movements. As he is one like myself, I do not see him so much a threat as to exclude my companion in this venture, for she worries so for me when I go alone.

His movements are…erratic. To move in such a twitch seems so unlike a human. Is this really a human? Underground, to the ruin, we follow. Winding paths make it difficult to follow unnoticed, and alas he is lost to view. But we are not lost to his. The ceiling! The man crawls like a Diremite along the large room’s ceiling, until he falls in a heap, rising into something truly horrific.