[Lunerith]

"Sleeping in your bed? Does this look like your bed to you? Tell me, how did you get here?" The shadow of a man was restraining himself from approaching. "Or perhaps, we should conduct a short test, see how you respond and act accordingly." He was sounding all technical. Dangerously so. "I shall begin... with a tale!" And it had turned into literary mastery.

"You're wandering out there, in a red barren desert of falling rocks and dry weather. You happen upon a tortoise... a turtle..." He slowed his pace of speaking and looked at her hard and long "You approach it and flip it over." He looked at her with a dramatic pause "It's lying there, on its back. You're not helping." He continued to stare at her, with eyes that spoke of a former life.

"Why are you not helping!?" He shouted at her, waving the hot iron rod dangerously close to her face. She could feel the heat and beads of sweat involuntarily formed themselves on her forehead. "Why are you not helping?" He seethed, with a furious display of anger apparant in his form. His shadowy body seemed to burn and flare.