*Hisk leans forward, his thin, clawed hands inscribing unknowable things on the air as he speaks in a sing-song voice*
"There was a time when the thoughtsss of Ssskord were knowable, asss much asss a god can be known. But one day, there was a visitor. There are alwaysss many visitorsss, but this one angered him, and he became mad, mad. I never sssaw the one that angered him, but he ssstormed upon our village sssoon after, and demanded that I go here to sssee what othersss were coming." Hisk's voice suddenly breaks, and his breathing becomes ragged.
"But I could not return to hisss holy placesss! I tried to leave, but was not able to. He ssspoke to me in dreamsss, saying I had displeasssed him, and then he began to punish me..." he begins to weep. But only for a minute. Before more than two tears fall, he jerks his head up, as if hearing a far-off sound. When he speaks again, he does not seem to be speaking to any of you, but to some point in space.
"No!" he cries, and scrabbles backwards, banging into the wall. "Please, my lord, my god, I have not tried to displeassse you, please no!" He screams as a deep sharp cut lays his arm open to the bone by some unseen agent. Blood splatters, and Hisk flies to the other side of the room as if hit by a massive force. There is a charged sense of menace in the air, as the barely-conscious Hisk continues an unbroken protestation of innocence and devotion.