"A sore spot is that? I supposed that it wou..." starts Nemesil before breaking into fit of extreme coughing. Bile rises from his stomach and he spits it out, although from the sounds of it, he should be coughing up blood instead. This persists for an unconfortably long time.<br/><br/>"Apologies," he says once he finishes, "As I was saying, I suppose that it would do no good to point out I never actually spied for Bethos and frankly don't give a cranium rat's ass about them? I am something of a social historian, I observe how different societies react in given situations. So I interjected myself and then refused to say anything to exonerate or condemn my own person. It was a very informative experience. Once my "guilt" was determined, without the aid of divination I might add, I decided I had no desire to meet the sharp end of your ax (or any other end truely) so I left. I am rather gifted at plane walking and teleportation you see. If there were more broad reaching consequences of my actions, they were not intended, although I would be curious about what happened."<br/><br/>The entire time Nemesil speaks, indeed the entire time you've seen him with exception for his coughing fit, he writes in a thick, leather-bound tome that he carries in his hands.<br/><br/>Tellura approaches Marcus at this point and lays one gentle hand upon his arm.<br/><br/>"I must apologize for him. He rather enjoys being a gadfly at times and forgets the impact it can have on others as long as his curioustiy is sated, hence why we are here, documenting Al Bari's realm rather than somewhere more pleasant. We have not seen others within the maze, but we have sensed them. If you pass out of this chamber behind the yugoloths, then follow the Giantish languages carved on the walls, I believe you will find them. Does that recompense the duress of having to endure my companion?"