[b][i]"It seemed to have cast some sort of spell on me that took over my mind. I could only vaguely feel it but it was like... I needed to get closer to the creature. It enthralled me, you could say. Magically of course, it is not as if I would be so foolish as to run off a cliff just to hack it down, tempting as that would be."[/i][/b] Buddy said in total stillness. Sometimes it was hard to know if this voice even did come from him seeing how little he reacts to your words. [b][i]"I suppose your next question would be how. Fortunately, I have something of an answer. You see... Though I look and feel like a construct, indeed I am about as far from human as one can be, I am still a living, sentient, independent creature. At least as much as Ser Pylia and Ser Shortfang. I do not breath, I do not eat, I do not sleep, and yet even I am susceptible to magics that control the mind and affect the body. I may not bleed, but pierce my armored carapace and I do still feel pain. Expose me to toxic airs and I shall still be sickened. After all, while this body is inhuman, I used to be human."[/i][/b]