Meilyr returned to the surface after a fruitful negotiation with the Cypras Grex. In truth, he found Ergalisus jarringly easy to impress.
Back in his old life, local crime magnates had been the subjects of his nightmares, and he had often cried himself in stress at the thought of earning their ire. Yet, no matter how much he pondered it, his actions in the tent felt as natural as breathing.
The corruptive touch of the Vile Ichor twisted minds and souls alike, but he had difficulty fathoming how much his personality was changing. Even beyond that, those frequent ebbings and flows of strange emotions were detached from any memories he had, including those of the real Laemno.
Whose feelings am I experiencing, exactly?
