"I will tell you what happened!, maybe you find it...
...amusing?" Jerl says, never moving his lips.
"After I bit you this long time ago, you fell under my spell, you were supposed to be my companion in darkness. And you threw that cross away, the holy damned cross of Shoy Rhiná. I had to touch it. I really had to. It would have been the greatest turn of events since the gods left Rivellon. The divine magic of the cross would have made me even more powerful than I was before.
But the gods intervened. The cross was their work and they decided to curse my undead beeing. But as you were given the cross by the gods, you got the power to be near it´s presence. look at it, here it is. Go, take it Piroteus. I can´t touch it anymore."
