Zephan;
Zethar is going to kill me.
He's going to murder me for what I'm about to do.
Not figuratively. Literally.
He just might rip out my spine and use it as a back scratcher of some kind… if he doesn't feed it to me.
But I can't wait till morning. I can't sleep.
I can't sit still. I can't even breathe normally.
I need to talk to someone about this, and soon before it rips my throat open just to get out.
I need someone else to know what I sensed before I lose my mind.
I march down the dark hallway, half whispering, and half muttering actual prayers to whichever spirit is awake at this ungodly hour.
Zethar's room is at the end of the hallway, and I know I'm looking for trouble disturbing his sleep but there's no way I'm going through this panic alone.
I get to his door and take a deep breath before knocking once.
No answer.
I knock again, louder this time, and still...
Nothing.
Surely he can't be that deep in sleep!
