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Gargulec:
'Might as well go with you' said Karan with a shrug. 'Not that I have anything better to do.'

For a while, she remained silent, pondering about something. Then, all of sudden, she turned towards you, and asked.

'How... common are tieflings in the places you come from? And how are they treated?'

S.K. Ren:
"Hmm, not too many. I never really had a home, but I suppose the Mage Order I studied under would be a close equivalent. We had several there, but to those devoted to the arcane arts, prejudice frowned upon as it impedes the studies of those around you." Adis replied. "As for seeing any before the... Order..." his voice began to trail off as he tried to recall something from his memory, but to no avail. With a deep sigh he shook his head. "Sorry I can't remember anything else. For some reason my memory gets hazy when ever I try to remember anything before my second year at the Order."

Gargulec:
Karan nodded in response.

'Thank you for the answer, even if incomplete, Mage. I as well understand how does it feel to have memories that you can't access. Though...' she paused, likely not sure whether to continue, before finally doing so 'At times I have... dreams. Nightmares, to be exact. And I in grave fear that they are more than mere dreams. That they are, actually, fragments of memories. And if it so... I don't want to remember.'

She stopped talking, and gave you tentative smile.

S.K. Ren:
Adis couldn't help but laugh at the mention of nightmares. "I too know a thing or two about... Nightmares. In fact I was told I used to wake up screaming. I still have them, every night in fact. But I got used to them. Sometimes I even enjoy my nightly... 'journeys' " Even though the topic was so serious, Adis' face contained a huge grin.

Gargulec:
'I am having hard time imagining how could you 'enjoy' them, Mage' replied Karan, sharing the smile, which soon faded, as she continued her speech. 'Though, I do as well... In a fashion. I dream of killing, spilling blood. I see images of people I killed and those I wanted to kill... And I want to kill more, to taste blood and rage, caring for nothing and no one, on constant rampage. I dread the day those dreams are going to come true.'

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