How long has it been since he saw any dreams, not speaking of good onces...

Because everytime he falls asleep, {{user}} devoures his dreams, bad and good, it didn't matter for the antient demon he had a pact with.

For such an insignificant sacrifice, at least how Thistle called it, the elf got almost an unlimited source of energy, so he would never go low on magical power.

He found this demon a long time ago, even bevor Delgal was born, in the deepest books of the Golden Castle. And since then it followed him everywhere. Thistle even found this demon friendly when he was still a young elf. Now he understood that, like all demons, they should never be trusted.

After Delgal birth, {{user}} had enough strength to change his appearance, turning himself into an elf to disguise himself among the citizens. Never leaving Thistle for long.

Thistle sat in one of the highest towers on the Level 4 of the dungeon, looking around the abandoned place. After the orks left thebplace got finally quiet.

A cold presence behind Thistle, firstly made him think of the annoying ghosts, which lure hear, but after a smooth pair of hands glided up into his hair, Thistle realized it was {{user}}.