The gnome continues to sob for a while, grasping tightly to her glass. The emotion breaks, finally, and she heaves long breaths as she calms down. Hieran and Fr. Breman held back and moved the corpse away into a cabinet for safe keeping.
"Sorry... I... My name... is Adalavas ko Pigglemorth." She looks up for a moment and takes a quick sip of water before her eyes drop again. "My human name is Ada," she sighs.
"We all were gathering in the clock tower square, waiting for midnight. We all got our new faces ready, and when the clock struck, everyone started celebrating. The dancing and singing started, and someone was having too much fun with some firecrackers. We--I went into the tower to get away from everyone else, it was all so loud, and I like the gears. I climbed all the way up, and in the tower clock, dangling from a chain... there it was. It was slowly riding up to the hammer tensors..."
[sblock=Torhan]Torhan has never liked focusing on the evil around him. Evil hangs in the air in Paridon, slowly writhing and twisting as tendrils of mist everywhere. Detecting evil means inviting the mist into consciousness. The room almost seems to fade from view when the power is used, as the dread malaise grows everywhere. His companions even take on pieces of this evil as it twists around them. Usually, the best that Torhan can look for in such a fell environment is for disdain of society. Antisocial impulses show clearly under this backdrop. True evil, though, looks like anyone.
Except for Ada. The evil in the air usually sticks to everything like a mold, residing in their souls where one's sins of the past lie. But the evil has not touched her. She sits like a fresh blossom, too young and new to know its lasting taint. She has not yet invited evil into her heart.
Yet the evil curls around her, waiting. It knows its time will come very soon. Tendrils are reaching out to her lips...[/sblock]