Knights of Tezoth

— I thank you for the offer, my lord, but acquiring scars for their own sake is not my goal. I do not fear them and take pride in them, but I hold the opinion that everything should come in its own time, lest it devalue the stories behind them. Otherwise, there would be no living spot left on me by now.

When Clockwork Orange Unbridled Violence lifted the bandage, Catharsis was not frightened. On the contrary, she examined the empty eye socket with interest, not forgetting to listen to the tale accompanying the spectacle. Her interlocutor's story was grim, with no attempt to soften or embellish its content. Such cruelty was quite in keeping with the unflattering reputation of Revanland's ruler and served as an additional reminder that crossing her path was unwise. Alaria also found the Revanlander's strange fixation on the servant's ears amusing — in light of his grotesque necklace, it was hard not to notice. The only question remained whether Zedil wore such a necklace of his own accord or whether it was yet another cruel punishment from his merciless mistress.

— Please accept my condolences, my lord. In each of our lives, sooner or later, situations arise when something inside us breaks and dies. When fate presents us with a lesson so tragic and searing into the soul that we carry it with us for life. It is sad that for you it took such a form.

- Fate has nothing to do with it. For our suffering, the blame lies with the one who devised this wicked world, made us weak, and set the challenges of the flesh and the trials of the mind disproportionately heavy. -Zedil Mox bowed with little effort, yet still with practiced movements. - My lady, you have most charming ears. Take good care of them.

Leaving that enigmatic comment behind, he left Catharsis alone and departed.