The remainder of the day was, to put it mildly, rather boring. I watched him accept his morning meal from the guards, read through texts and scrolls to entertain himself, practice strikes and swings with his sword, swing his battle ax, read through more texts and scrolls, have his wounded back tended to by the castle's cleric, and accept his midday meal. I thought that I too would wind up in a room such as his if ever I lost all of my senses. I felt sorry for young Vann. Pent-up, trapped, like a large fish in a tiny bowl. But what was odd was the fact that he showed no signs of being possessed by an alter-demon (a spirit which transforms the physical form of its host). Usually, when someone has those types of demons trapped inside of them they start to take on certain characteristics of wh
