"For as long as we've known each other, there's still one thing you don't know about me." He grabbed a Taken shard from his belt. "I just can't learn." He stabbed the strange flooring with the shard, dissipating it. La'haar didn't know how long it had been. Minutes, hours, even days, maybe. He sat up. He was in a dark realm, nothing but a starry floor beneath him. A voice, sharp, yet comforting, spoke to him. [b][i]You are La'haar Malphur. A Hunter. A loner. You prefer the solidarity of the Wild to the company of your friends. You have been taken. Calm yourself. Remove your cloak. Let go of your pride. Let down your guard. There are no prey to hunt here. What ends motivate you? What prey do you stalk? You seek to kill a foe you cannot find. To make him atone. You seek Dredgen Yor. What is a demon to make a man atone for his sins? Your prey alludes you, and this enrages you. Release this rage. Unseal the bottle which keeps your emotions. Use your anger. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [vengeance]. Take it up. Feel it's weight. Take your new shape.[/i][/b]