How long had he been rotting away in a cell? Long enough to know passing the time via watching the sunlight fade away was boring.

He met a barbarian in his cell. The two talked sometimes, never learning each others’ names. He just knew he felt comfort around the guy, then said guy was sentenced to death.

Two more days passed. Then it was Feldspar’s turn to die. He was taken outside, his head sliced clean off his body. He saw black.

then there was warmth. A warmth he didn’t understand enveloping his body. And when he opened his eyes.. he saw he was was alive.. a blurry figure over him.. it looked like the barbarian… just without the tribal tattoos. What the fuck?

“…where’s your tattoos, barbarian..?”