:he slowly opens his eyes for a moment, listening around him, hearing the voices:
'Do you think he has learned yet?'
'Perhaps, but the lesson has not finished. He was mine before Beort touched him, he will be mine again. Continue."
:a dark cloud surrounds him as the voices trail off and he sees himself standing in Crossing, looking around. The day is familiar, it was the day he became a Warrior Mage. His footsteps taking him towards the guild. As he walks through the town he has the same feeling he had before, a slight tugging on him and he stops, looking around. Still feeling the tug to continue on to the guild, he looks around closer. Seeing the entrance to the Paladin guild, curious about he he moves to take a step towards it, and feels himself being pulled towards the Warrior Mage guild again, unable to stop he finds himself infront of Gauthus, Accepting entry to the guild, and continuing on the road to learning all he can of that guild.::
"Interesting, he thought of becoming a paladin. Perhaps not then, but now he thinks of it."
"You find it odd? I am not relegated to just the fire slingers. There are clerics and paladins whom follow me"
"You cant expect him to be a Cleric do you, I dont think even you would expect that level of devotion. Even with Beorts influence on him, he still tried to do what was right. His words were venom at times, yet in his heart he still tried to do what he felt was right."
"All that is irrelevant. There is a lesson that must be learned and he must learn it. It must begin again. Let him face his past. Not many get a chance to learn from it, nor get my help in doing so. He had well be worth it."
::The words trail off as he reenteres that half awake half asleep state, the memories again begin their progression as he rides along unable to change them, unable to speak, unable to do anything but be carried along as an unwilling participant in his own mind as he seeks for any opportunity for an escape.::
