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”The Circle of Thorns they called themselves, a nasty bunch of black-robed cultists. They stripped me and dragged me out here demanding I submit to possession by one of their ancestral spirits. I refused.
So they locked me into this device, claiming it could only be unlocked if I gave in to their ritual. When I still wouldn’t, they just left.”
”No, I don't want to be covered up. This thing somehow contains my magic, having kept me alive and fed all this time out here, but I easily overheat. Maybe you can help me cool down by touching me there…”