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Speak of the devil. Kimaris is safe and sound. Actually, probably better off than before! While we rested, we spotted two figures walking up stream. Bordel called out to them, demanding that they stop. One did, the other pressed forward, a large sack for their small size dragging behind them. As my boss continued to constrain the one folk, I once more focused my musical energies to see if I could sense the motives of the two. No sooner had I plucked the chords on my lyre did I get flooded with a familiar voice.
From where he stood, Kimaris’s voice rang with the pain I had once heard. Somehow there was an added layer to his agony and not caring about the other folk, ran toward him. As I approached the mass of sinew and muscle, I could see his form was... decomposing? The layer of flesh was sagging and seeming to steam. Kimaris’s cries were growing louder. I asked him what was wrong, what could I do to help. He may have terrified me, but no one deserves to suffer.
Get! It! Off! came a great cry from him that had me tremble. Fern too reiterated my question as she caught up. I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘get it off,’ but soon I knew as Kimaris began to pull at the sagging muscle. It was so unexpected that I stood in shock as he pulled from him his own flesh. He reached up and pulled his jaw off too! In a strange frenzy he kept tearing at his body and pulling away the material that made him who he was, the entire time his voice continuing to rage louder and louder “GET IT OFF!!!”
My heart thumped loudly in my ears as I reached forward and grabbed a handful of hot, fleshy sinew and gave a pull. Steam erupted from the portion I had torn and my stomach lurched, barely managing to keep it’s own composure. It was probably the most horrid thing I had ever experienced, but it lasted no more than five minutes.
Fern and I stood back and beheld a peculiar sight. What once was a mass of muscle now was a young boy- well, man. He looked to be about my age, maybe younger, it's always hard to tell with Elves. His hair was long and black and draped about his fair face. The deep brown eyes Pierced mine as he regained his breath.
“Kimaris?” I questioned. He nodded, confirming it was him. I still had the robes he had tossed when we first entered the factory and quickly I passed them to him so he could cover up. We then rejoined the group, were introduced to the bounty hunter, Sugalite, and informed the two of our decision to rest (considering all that we had underwent).
Oh! Apparently the Gnome is related to Gizmo! Sugalite is her daughter. Fancy that we happened to run into them. Hopefully we’ll be able to reunite the two together.
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