Memories of the Past

(Note: This write-up may not actually have happened in game. I need to hear from caspiansk first)

(Update: Never actually heard back from caspiansk. Hrm.)

Charles sat in the chair, looking at the book Catalin held open in front of him. His finest quill pen was poised over the newly filled inkwell, the dark, red liquid. His arm ached as he read the first sentance in the book in front of him. The cut Catalin had made down the length of his forearm ached, even though she had Heather Balmed it the moment the inkwell had filled enough. His head was just a little woozy, as if he had just run a long distance and was winded.

( Charles's Past )