Utterly Mad

It was still quiet in Gulgatha, except for the rain which had moved back in while she rested. It was calmer. She encountered a small group of undead doing something unusual. They were ignoring her in favor of clearing rubble from the street. One brick at a time they went about this business. Ferret walked around the slowly shrinking work site. She would come across more of them carrying handfuls of broken glass, but after that, she encountered no more. It didn't take long to reach the college. There was a grizzly sight waiting for her there. Someone had taken the time to erect a timber in the cul de sac long ago, and from this timber hung by it's feet was a husk of a creature. Ferret realized it was the elf divested of it's armor. The body was a miserable sight. Without the ceramic plates which had covered it, it seemed little more than a huge piece of dried meat. The wounds that had been inflicted on it since she had last seen it showed that there were no bones within it's body. It was still breathing. The notes had either lied, or someone relating the defeat of the elf had. It's arms were wrapped around itself and the timber, and through it's hands and chest Ferret found her sword. If the elf still had the strength to break the sword, it surely could have for the blade was pitted through and through with rust except for that thin length of shining metal running up it's blade. She thought about the armor it once wore over it's punished body, and an idea came to her. She laid her new hand upon that husk and waited. "Kill us." whispered the elf with one voice. "No." Ferret replied, looking down into it's mangled face. It had caused her harm, nearly killed her. It had taken her hand, her sight, and her voice. Her sight and voice had been returned, but her hand? She withdrew it, seeing that either the elf no longer exerted it's influence, or the hand was immune to it. It wasn't hers. It would be though, in time. She thought that some day, using it would become effortless. She would be able to perform any task without watching it. For the time being though Ferret thought that there was no punishment greater than allowing this elf to exist in it's current state for taking her hand. And her sword. It would snap if she tried to withdraw it, she could see that. No demons bane sword to fill the empty place at her belt. She would find another. She moved past the pitiful sight before her, and took the steps leading to the still ajar doors of the historical college.