"No matter what kind of evil takes reign of our hearts, in the end we are culpable for allowing it to control us, and make us do its bidding."
~Tasmiya Shaik
SOUTHERN REGIONS OF ARANDUIL
OUTSKIRTS OF EIZGÁR
Reinhardt Estate
Thursday
12:23 p.m
Isarcrius observed the young asharren male that was laid to rest upon a bed with soft white sheets in the healer's infirmary chamber. His minor injuries were treated by the Cavendish advisory himself. His body that was marked with scars on his midsection, shoulders, and back was wrapped in an array of bandages that ran over his left shoulder to wound around his midsection. His skin was pale, and his body appeared as if he had not consumed any food for days. Occasionally, the young lad stirred in his sleep, muttering incoherent pleas of mercy from the master who had crafted him into a monster of darkness.
