Sylynx was minding his own business, writing in a little journal that he personalized. The elf hadn't even noticed that his replaced leg grew a mouth and talked to him, a normal occurance since he made a deal with practically the devil.

The AllFather had replaced his limbs with something that felt slightly like tar, hot to the touch. It had also taken his eye, seeing through him. Sylynx was very stupid to had done this at all. But he'd die inevitably, right?