The world is distorted, I'll follow the footsteps
hold back the screaming within me, in silence —
The sound of soft footsteps could be heard as the paladin trainee made her way to the front of the glowing stone that occupied the center of camp, settling down in front of it, wrapping her long tail around her body as she did so.
These weekly tasks were strange, but a brief explanation had led her to believe it was easy enough for her to do, especially since it wouldn't just be her ideas thrown out there. Her companions, as always, were with her, forever filling her head with their words and suggestions, praises and insults. Everything.
Opening her mouth, voice calm and clear, she called, "If you would like a weekly task, please come here!"


