>>5962727The voice is not Valdor’s. You look down, and see reflected in the floor a strange, horned xenos thing, standing next to you and Valdor. It is in the vague shape of a man, but its head is like a skull, and there are strange, ethereal energies streaming throughout its body. There are chains wrapped around its arms, which are muscly almost like an astartes, though with sharp claws instead of fingers. Valdor sees its reflection and raises his spear.
“Daemon.” He hisses.
The thing bows, straightens, then bows again.
“No, not one of those. Stopholes, at your service. If you may believe it, I am one of Magnus’ sons, irreparably changed by a curse, and now I dwell here, within this dark surface. I have all my faculties, and more besides, but I bid you caution, lest you encounter my brothers, for they too reside in this gloomy place, The Well of Souls, and unceasing tides!”
Valdor does not lower his weapon, but he does not swing it either. Not that there is anything to swing against. You cannot see this Stopholes physically next to you, he is only within the reflective surface of the floor.
>What do you want?Stopholes bows.
“Freedom, simply put. These chains constrain me. Cut them loose, and I will render service. A guide through this place, only cut me free! Stab your spear against the glass, and to the King we shall travel fast!”
<span class="mu-s">What shall you do?</span>
>Cut it free. You need to find a way through this place, and it is offering to be your guide.>Leave it. The thing seems untrustworthy. You will find a way without it.>Write in? 