Rapiel led us to a small, circular tent that had a long line of people waiting outside its door. That line was halted to allow us to pass, and those nearest the door were visibly relieved at the delay. Not good. We had a brief discussion, and Thranduin nobly agreed to enter the tent with me. The door snapped shut behind him, and we found ourselves stumbling about in utter darkness. I made a globe of light appear in my palm, but it shot up into the sky and lit up the entire place. We were standing in a large, grey wasteland – much larger than the size of the tent we entered.
Felix was there, tapping his cane on the ground and chiding me for breaching the terms of the contract. I asked about that, because I hadn’t seen any contract, but Thranduin pulled out his ticket and read off what it said. My worst fears were realized when he got to the end and it saying that the bearer agrees to pay the remainder of dues with his life. Hearing Cassandra’s future was so not worth it!
I tried to wiggle my way out of it, but he would not relent. In my desperation, I started offering him any life but my own, and I’m ashamed to admit that I even briefly considered offering Thranduin. Thranduin, who has been such a loyal friend that he entered the tent under no compulsion other than the goodness of his heart! Felix finally settled on a price in exchange for my life. I was to deliver him 100 souls. Trade my life for a hundred others? When the chance of escape was made in such blatant terms, I knew there was no way I could agree to it. I would rather die than subject a hundred others to this hell. And if that was my option…..I raised my hand to him and blasted a blazing bolt of fire at him, striking him in the chest!
A skirmish ensued. Thranduin threw a flash of light into his face, which left Felix slashing and stabbing blindly with his sword. I threw another firebolt at him, which melted a portion of his face off revealing strange bone spurs where his chin should have been. Thranduin hacked mercilessly at him with his axe while I tried to fire my new Wilk’s Laser Pistol at him. (If I survive this, I need to practice shooting!)
Felix pulled away momentarily and brought his offer down to 50. 50! That’s fifty too many. I’m determined to put an end to this horrid slaver or die trying. If I end up spending the rest of my life serving honeycakes (or being served AS honeycakes!), I want to do it with the knowledge that I tried to save everyone and that I gave it my entire effort. After refusing him, he cut my blaster in half and sliced through some of my armor. I recognized my end drawing near, but I was oddly at peace with it all.
Then we saw a sliver of light cut through the wasteland near us. I think it’s the door! Decision time: do we flee the foul skeletal creature we’re fighting, or do we slay it now and end its reign of soul-stealing?