Am I hearing things wrong?
Eryndor wondered.
It could indeed be that he was hearing wrong since a large portion of his attention was on keeping his hunger in check.
But when Daoisto spoke again, he knew he wasn't hallucinating.
"Do you want to talk?"
Eryndor narrowed his eyes at the middle aged man who had hands crossed in front of him, looking all relaxed.
Does he not feel the hunger? Or is he just that adept at controlling it?
A tiny doubt crept into Eryndor's mind as he wondered if he was indeed the only one who felt abnormal hunger. Keeping those thoughts aside, he questioned.
"Talk what?"
Daoisto smiled.
"Join us, leave your side. You should recognise your situation, there's no way out for you."
Eryndor's mind went into a mess as he heard this.
Sides? These eldritch entities are playing sides?
And I was supposedly at the opposite side of Daoisto?
Eryndor's brows furrowed.
Should I pretend to know what he is talking about?
"What will I get if I join your side?"
