That name rings a bell
"I know that name, but it is not my own" you stutter. The
elf looks at you strangely.
"Glasspool, you are injured" He touches your blooded head
and frowns as you wince, " Come, we shall go back to the village
and get it seen to.
He holds out his hand.
Glasspool, Glasspool...the name seems to spark strange memories in
your mind....memories that are slightly disturbing, and perhaps not
your own.
