"The Palecoil were once feared across the Abyssal Depths for our ability to turn entire regions into uninhabitable wastelands. Our breath could strip the life from forests, our gaze could cloud the minds of even the most disciplined warriors." Erin explained.
Damon listened in silence, eyes on her massive coils shifting languidly through the venomous waters.
"Wow, you are very powerful indeed," he nodded. "I enjoyed learning about your bloodline and your background. Can you also tell me more about this world and why you are here?"
Her head dipped, but no words followed. After a pause, she finally hissed, "My lord, please forgive me. I am unable to answer that."
Damon exhaled softly. Another dead end? "Can you tell me why you can't answer?"
"My lord… I would if I could. I simply do not remember."
His eyes narrowed. "Wait. What do you mean you don't remember?"
