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Perhaps the only helpful thing I've ever done; I killed an entire room full of orcs and kobolds. Even then only by the help of that Dagger. Even further so, it was by poisoning them at their last supper.

"This is not what I signed up for, damnit," Leighlann screams as she touches the Dagger to her throat. "I will end this right god-damned now, so help me Olidammara!" YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME. ONCE YOU ARE GONE, I WILL FIND ANOTHER. "Get out of my head!" The Dagger laughs mercilessly. TWITCH, MY PAWN. SQUIRM. She slowly sinks to the floor, Dagger falling from her trembling hand, uncontrollable sobs bubbling from her throat. STOP YOUR BITCHING. GET THE FUCK UP AND LET'S GO BEFORE I DECIDE TO FORCIBLY END YOUR INSUBORDINATION. Leighlann drags herself to her feet feeling weak, wiping the tears from her eyes with the palms of her hands, completely helpless against the whims of her weapon. "Damn you. Damn. You."