Remains

After dealing with Fitz, Maeryn turned to the “Coatl”- she wasn’t quite dragon, but also not quite a monster. A smile flickered on her lips. “Brave, aren’t you, to journey here where real monsters roam? Where in the darkness, strange things frolic, and in the light, malevolence thrives?”

Then the smile faded and Maeryn began to pace about, murmuring half to herself. “Clever, to choose this answer. She’ll attempt to kill me where I stand, and she knows. She knows it. I s’pose I’ve got no choice, then.”

The Witch turned to the Coatl once more, and a shark’s grin was present on her face as she applauded slowly. “Bravo. You figured it out before the rest of them.” She waved her talons and a candle lit up in front of Remains as the other lights went out.

“Blow out this candle, and you’ll be free- at the cost of whatever ties you to the realm of the living. You will be dead to them all, a true monster now, but you will be free.” She pulled the candle back. “Or we can bind your soul to this candle, and watch your physical body fade away, forever trapped as a soul inside of a dead, inescapable shell.”

The feeling of thick silk wraps around the Coatl, tangling her in endless swaths of black. Darkness ready to drag her in, like it had done with Fitz. After a moment of hesitation, Remains glared up at Maeryn with the most hateful gaze possible, and blew the candle out.