[RPG] [BT] [LDB] Filin: The daemon prison.

[Vin]

*Tearing a piece of greased cloth from the side of his arm, Filin dipped it
a filthy bucket of water and rubbed it repeatedly against the stone floor.*

             "*So you say that the gods gifted the dagger on your lap*" the
other man asked, turning on his ears towards the adventurer.

 *After making sure that all the dirt had been rolled out over the stones,
Filin pulled the dirtless piece of cloth in between the fronts of his biceps
and lower wrist of the right hand. Then taking a hard sniff from the drained
cloth, he licked the middle portion of the same before tying it twice over
the face of his right palm.*

* *            "*Most might say that.."* obliged Filin, before pressing his
one of thumbs over the wound.

 *The pain pierced through the skin and into the bone, flowed though the
body with an unfriendly warmness. When it finally reached his head, Filin
closed his eyes and grinded his teeth.*

 After the pain dissolved to prickling sensation, the adventurer positioned
his hands over his chest and sat down in a corner with each of his foot
under the others thigh. Then he continued "*..but my word would differ to
that of the religious fanatics."*

* *The man named Naekor, apparently got up with frustration in his face "*You
don't believe in god*" and looked at Filin with a fit of anger.

*             *"*Did I say that!, did I?*" said Filin, "*I only meant to say
that, god himself didn't appear in front of me and dropped the dagger on my
lap*" motioning his hand towards Naekor to sit down.**

*             *"*I was resting along side the mud route which connected the
city of Grekh from the eastern shoreline of Mio Dupaki, with my sack drowned
in the sandy and myself sitting next to it as same as I am sitting now. But
only half asleep at that time*"

             "*It was all too foggy. But I am absolutely sure that some time
during my rest a person with blood dripping from his arms and chest dropped
the dagger on my lap by accident or a cause. Then walked away, cursing and
dripping a trail of blood*"

Minutes passed by, before Naekor finally nodded himself to an agreement.
Splitting his hands on the ground again, he sat by leaning against the wall.

            "*I require some rest now*" Filin said "*my sword hand burns
like hell..*" facing his right hand by the palm and then closed his eyes "*and
my back itches with a burnt skin*".
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