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Chapter 4

As far as I could remember, I lived in the 'Laughing Bird' in Voralian City.
It was no simple inn. At some point it was taken over by a sinister innkeeper
who was au fait with the dark arts. He lured unsuspecting travellers to his
inn and fed them to demons to further his prowess in the dark arts. My
mother, I don't know what she is. She is pretty much catatonic, even when
abused by the innkeeper. The times she is lucid, she is begging for some sort
of drugs, a symptom of some sort of withdrawal, I guess. My father, I'm not
sure who he could be. It could be the innkeeper, or maybe one of the patrons.
He often offers up my mother as entertainment. Perhaps it is the rarity of
her heritage up here on the surface that somehow attracts his patrons. Even
though they so call serve the light, they have no problems impaling my mom
with their.. spear. If you know what I mean.