I went in with the intention to
kill all of the Druids and shatter the grove. Not only am I not thrilled about the appalling treatment of my fellow Tieflings (I'm Chaotic Evil, but I've still got this little tiny glimmer of civility inside of me that I pay heed to when it conveniently suits me,) but I wasn't going to abide a child being treated like common gutter trash.

It was an easy decision to make because I don't care about being healed and getting the worm removed. I want to find someone who can help me harness its power and control it, or at the very least find a way to negate it or minimize its effects. Therefore that healer was useless to me, and as the Druids had the audacity to ignore my request to unhand and set loose the child, they were all pulped and left as little more than viscera; a grim reminder of the consequences of defying me.



I don't want to fall to bits 'cos of excess existential thought.