The authorities thanked Lind profusely when he turned in what identifying items he found. The fact he included storage treasures, with the items intact, also endeared him but he knew they would have demanded an examination of his own if he had not.
Still, there was a check, it was just not aggressive.
After he was cleared, he headed to a different inn. His movements seemed smooth but inside he was disturbed.
He had begun to examine his condition and while his soul had improved immensely, his mental stability looked fine, yet it was wrong.
He imagined Cyntilla, in all her glory, and then the last moment they had spoken. Until that moment, it had been painful and full of joy all mixed in as each part of their lives played out.
His children, friends, and wives were core to his existence but now, where his emotions should have been, there was a dullness.
What had gone wrong? Even the anger at the humans that initiated the killing was like a last gasp of his emotions.
