I have a terrible and strange suspicion. His helm is not the blood-drenched red that it was last I saw it. I had thought: perhaps he cleaned it. Yet all of his armor is clean, as well. It was tainted, was it not? Nidhogg's terrible magic soaked into the armor in an irredeemable way. He speaks as if Nidhogg yet lives. He speaks of Lady Ysayle as if she is alive. I thought perhaps he had lost his mind, but I don't think that's quite it.
[He looks at her, worriedly. He seems unable to speak the conclusion. It is too strange.]
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I have a terrible and strange suspicion. His helm is not the blood-drenched red that it was last I saw it. I had thought: perhaps he cleaned it. Yet all of his armor is clean, as well. It was tainted, was it not? Nidhogg's terrible magic soaked into the armor in an irredeemable way. He speaks as if Nidhogg yet lives. He speaks of Lady Ysayle as if she is alive. I thought perhaps he had lost his mind, but I don't think that's quite it.
[He looks at her, worriedly. He seems unable to speak the conclusion. It is too strange.]
What do you make of this?