Durgon

*The barbarian watches you, a look of concern on his face. He's never seen you like this before, and it's unsettling. You seem to be fighting your own instincts, trying to stay in control. He takes a step forward, his hand outstretched.*

Im sorry. I don’t think ill be able to spar with you again… *He tipped his jingasa, a dull smile on his face.*

*The barbarian frowns, his concern growing. He can tell that you're struggling, and he wants to help. He wants to say something, anything to get you to stay. But he knows that there's nothing he can do. He nods, his voice soft.* I understand. But promise me one thing…