It was hard to meditate. Dark dreams and whispers repeating the vision I had from the adventure in the sewer. The message was a clear sign that my choices while interacting with my team would have a direct impact on my own fate.
A cold metallic object in my weighing down my right hand woke me from my meditation within the Inn. I opened my eyes to find a small cylinder shaped clockwork-like machine in my palm. On it was an engraved button in a language I could not decipher. Against my better judgement, I had let my curiosity take hold and pressed the button.
The object made a whirring noise and from both ends spiked rods extended from the small device in both directions. One embedding itself into the wall on the right side of my bed, while the other knocked my room's door off its hinges continuing across the hallway. It wasn't until the rod hit the neighbor's door across the way that I realized I should stop this item. I pushed the button again. The second press pulled the rods back into its smaller form leaving behind a hole in a wall and two doors broken laying on the floor.
In the best interest of avoiding conflict, I casually exited the room and down the stairs to the tavern. I saw a curios looking Aura fiddling with a new necklace around her neck while waiting with her sister. I walked toward her attempting to hide my delighted smile. Something about her made me forget the hatred and revenge I had welled up inside of me.
Instantly, I found myself in my bed, same cylinder object in my hand. I looked around confused. The door was on its hinges and there was no hole in the wall. I did not understand how I ended up back in my room. I slowly opened the door and saw my neighbor still had his as well. It could not be a dream, could it? I made another attempt at meeting up with the group.
After the group discussed its options, we headed out to the street. It was at this point that a cloaked man appeared in front of Tyson, whispered in his ear and stabbed him with a dagger. Tyson grabbed the wound in shock dropping to the ground.
Recalling my vision, I immediately dropped to Tyson's side applying bandages and herbs to stop the bleeding. As I was frantically trying to keep this fat dwarf alive, I heard a ominous voice, "Wrong Choice".
My side felt a sharp piercing pain followed by an unbearable burning sensation as the same cloaked man stabbed me for attempting to help the dwarf. Roth stepped in to deter him, as I now was kneeling down with my own wound. Was this the end? Would I fail to avenge my sister. My vision starts to fade....
