... GREETINGS HARRISON BENTZ. The voice booms in his mind. uh, hello. what am I to call you? A pause that could be minute or infinite. WHO I AM IS OF NO IMPORT. WHAT YOU HAVE DONE AND ARE GOING TO DO, IS.
have i done well? he asks meekly.
The voice chuckles at Harrison's question, the sheer force of greatness of the being hitting the fighter with a force that threatens to shatter him to the cellular level, if not for the joviality of the gentle goodness not intending him harm.
"YOU ARE ONE SPOKE OF MANY OF THE WHEEL SENT TO CRUSH THE EVIL THAT HAS MADE ITSELF MANIFEST IN THE LAND, HARRISON BENTZ, JUST AS THE SERVANT OF THE
ONE IS A SPOKE OF THE SAME WHEEL. YOU ARE NEEDED TO KEEP THE WHEEL STRONG AS ALL IN THE WHEEL ARE NEEDED TO HELP THE OTHER SPOKES. THE PURPOSE OF THE WHEEL IS NOT COMPLETE. ALL OF THE SPOKES ARE NEEDED.
As the words of the presence soak into Harrison's mind he suddenly understands, "My contract is not fulfilled. " he simply states.
"YES, HARRISON BENTZ, THAT IS CORRECT. YOUR CONTRACT IS NOT FULFILLED TO THE REST OF THE SPOKES OF THE WHEEL. WHEN THE TIME COMES YOU WILL BE SENT BACK. uNTIL THEN, GARL GLITTERGOLD COULD USE A HAND WITH THE VERMIN YOU CALL KOBOLDS. IF YOU WILL JUST WALK THIS WAY ...
What ever 'this way' may have been, it was hard to tell, for direction was impossible to tell in the comple land of the whiteness
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