DecisionsA single oil lamp lent its soft yellow glow to the kitchen of the abandoned farmhouse Cerys brought Blue to. He acknowledged in passing that the waves of illness that had affected him so, happened in this ruined room he thought a hallucination at the time. He sniffed cautiously but didn't detect any of the odour that had made him sick.
“That was part of the illusion.” Cerys explained noticing his reaction while retrieving a small rucksack from an empty cupboard. “You were experiencing the horror of this place as a physical sensation. It made you ill.” Blue grunted noncommittally and seated himself at the table. Cerys gave Blue a long stare before emptying her bag in front of him. “Here. Food and water. Not much I'm afraid but you'll get used to it.” Blue cast a cynical eye on the
