"I think it's hard to say what he was before." The knight shifted. "See, ever since I sent him back to the Cauldron, I've been getting these memories that just pop into my head on occasion. Sort of like I was a reincarnated knight — or I assume so, based on what was explained to me. And there hasn't been a lot, they're mostly brief flashes or bits of scenes to how things were, but I imagine I'll eventually put together more of a coherent view of who Blaine was. Especially since I'm pretty certain that's whose memories I'm looking at —"
Right now, he thought, as he searched about the room with consternation written into his face. His brows furrowed, his mouth wrinkled with disgust. The knuckles on his fingers worked to bone white. His gaze followed the curvature of the room for a time before defaulting back to an area near the center, where a workbench sat at the head of the room. Little more remained there now but a single pestle.
But Scholomance relaxed seconds afterward. "Well. That was weird. Apparently they treated horrible swamp infection-sore-buboe-things here. You know, on the table, with a whole lot of screaming. Anyway,
"I'll keep you posted if you wanted full disclosure on who my ancestor was. If he's anything like me, he was probably a horrible person. Though I suppose that means that's where I got it from…" Scholomance hummed thoughtfully.
Nonchalant as he was, a tiredness crept into his eyes. "But I think we've made some decent progress today. Besides, I need part of my wonder to stay a mystery so I can seduce you back for more tests."
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