Zone B -- Forest

[Gildarts]

“Hey… Where’d he go?” Illidan poked the skin of Gildarts’ shoulder and pulled the oblivious prime out of the vacuous rift of his mind.

“Hm? Who?” Gildarts murmured, Illidan could tell something was wrong with his primary ally and though the elf was competent, he was not sure how to quite what tone to take to confront him.

“Dust, that mutt you wanted to drag along, he’s not in sight. I don’t see his light beam either. No that I wanted him around in the first place,” Illidan growled, “Listen, Gildarts Clive. You’ve been really off lately and I highly doubt it is just this island or the competition getting to a man like you. Spill your guts.”

“Hmm.. Shouldn’t we go back for him?” Gildarts asked curiously, easily avoiding the question. 

Illidan’s footfalls stopped. “Gildarts we don’t move until you tell me what’s going on. I want the truth. No less.”

There was no stated threat for the consequence, but there didn’t need to be. Gildarts’ wayward mind was pulled from the fog and sharpened back into the moment, refocused by the potential threat at hand.

“I was cursed and am haunted by a ghost that you would be unable to see even if I pointed to her,” it was vague and mostly true, a believable story though the Malefactor was more accurate to an omnipotent voice in his head, that was, when she was physically in there. Currently, she was MIA, which was nice, but since she’d been removed he’d felt her trickery more powerful. He couldn’t be sure if she’d cursed him, or if there was some sort of withdrawal aspect or hallucination, and it was hard to tell this to his ally which he wanted to keep around.

So that was this mage’s truth? Haunted by the darkness of his past. Illidan felt the smallest twinge of sympathy. Illidan began to open his mouth in an attempt to speak, his posture was no longer aggressive but had eased, as though he could relate.

Chippendales move from B12 to B13.