[Continued from OP.] After a brief, extrasensory probe, Raamun was surprised to see that she was right. The patient was clearly a Sunsinger, but there was something strange about her light. Her solar energies were bright, and somehow… primal. He broke into a sweat as he realized that if she did decide to become violent, they would have a dangerous situation on their hands, even with three advanced guardians in the room. What was this woman? Just then, her screaming caught his attention. “—the star that dies burns brightest, he told me, the starving wolf bites hardest.” He told me… Raamun thought. He couldn’t hide his fixation on her words. The patient found his eyes, and offered a beatific smile. “Fear not, my noble warriors. Tarry not, o Templars mine. The fire unquenched awaits you, too, the path unending, the song unbroken. It waits as it has for ten thousand years, and it will wait for tomorrow as well. So tend to your hearts and prepare the way, for the master will come for those who are worthy. And the master is as patient as he is unmerciful, to those who refuse to burn.” Raamun’s blood ran cold. His hands shaking, he slowly withdrew from the patient. Captain Morrows and Dr. Sansi continued to try to abate her, but now she was only laughing, and her whole body writhed with elation. Dr. Sansi finally realized something was wrong when Raamun backed into a cart and sent a tray of instruments crashing to the floor. Her aggravation transformed quickly to concern when she saw Raamun’s face. “Ahamkara,” he whispered. For a moment Dr. Sansi was simply aghast. She looked from him to the patient and back. Captain Morrows didn’t seem to know whether he ought to be shocked or outraged at Raamun’s proclamation. Dr. Sansi made a decision and grabbed the patient by her ravaged armor, pulling her face close. “What did you give it!” she cried. “What did you trade?” Captain Morrows wore a look of profound disapproval but did not stop her. Dr. Sansi continued shouting this way, but the patient laughed harder and harder, sucking in great gulps of air. “Give!” the patient finally managed to say, then laughed as if nothing could be funnier. Dr. Sansi continued her attempt at interrogation, but Raamun knew it was pointless. He had never encountered such a case before. No one living had. But he had read much on it. The looming Darkness, the desperation for power, the season of promises, the Great Ahamkara hunt. Those that were lost during those times always died the same way; just after returning to the tower to share what they seemed to believe was good news, in foretellings of doom and salvation. Yet despite all the dealings that were made, it was never clear what the Ahamkara were getting out of the trade. Back then there was a Grand Inquisitor, and they would tie the maddened guardians to a chair, threatening them with everything short of torture to explain what they’d given up. But they would never tell.