He rants and he babbles. He tells you of his life as a student of Benthic College in interminable detail. But he refuses to remember […] whatever broke his mind. […] Springing up, he strikes you a blow with the horse's skull and flees into the city.
Conveniently, he talks in his sleep. You listen eagerly to his ravings as he thrashes and sobs: a place of statues, […], wealth just below the cobbles if you're brave enough to dig. […]
When he starts to repeat himself you let him go. […]
