Florence, you stupid dwarf.
Swamps of Gilgar, the place was called. The witch was keeping the baby safe.
As planned, we attacked Mirci. It was then going all thourg my mind. They slaughtered her sisters and so she killed them all with her last breath.
Who's the real monster here?
We turned our attack onto Gilgar and his undead army, but Mirci died. A few more seconds and she would've lived.
If I didn't attack her first she'd live.
I prejudiced her, for being a witch.
Her final look was into my eyes, i know the look. They always look the same. Just like Eldon.
In that moment you can feel the emotion of other person, it's what makes you a person too.
I could feel her hopes shattered. I was to be this place's last hope, and became a disaster instead.
She was right. I judged.
She was a friend, another friend that died because of me.
No, this will not happen. I remember the priest in Voxentrul saying he could revive. It's my last chance. Not another person will die because of me, even if it was the price of my own life.