You can rot
From Create Your Own Story
"You can rot for all I care."
His face visibly paled, and as he slumped into his seat I was stricken by the sudden image of a pouting child.
"You can't...you can't mean that. No I-I refuse to believe you mean that."
"Return to me my items and get out."
I could hear him sniffle, and he languidly flicked his hand. The illusion on my mind lifted, and I could suddenly see my sword was still strapped to my side. It's lucky for him I was asleep, or otherwise I would have been immune to such an illusion. But then again, maybe he knew that.
Enice burst up from his seat, as if searching for his last scraps of dignity, and burst out of the room. Somehow, I knew he wouldn't be stalking me anymore.
| Ryd Status | |||
| Health | 30 | Equipment:
Sword, Leather Shirt | Companions:
Beldion |
| Mana | 0 | ||
| Level | 1 | Love Interest | None |
| Gold | 0 | Experience | 0 |
