"Hm? What's wrong? Get up, soldier! You are serving your master yet again!"
Slowly, the undead man stood. Immediately, Aleric realized that something was wrong.
The man was staggering on his feet slightly, as if he was drunk, and his eyes were utterly blank. He also still didn't say a thing.
"Oh, master… I think this is just what I feared," Spine Staff muttered. "This man's soul was torn by repeated summoning… And, well. The force with which you snatched it was incredible, but it certainly didn't help the matters. In the future, you will undoubtedly learn more elegant ways of summoning."
Aleric glanced at the Staff, then looked at the undead servant again. His eyes narrowed.
"What's your name, servant?"
The undead man groaned.
"Name… Name… Don't know…"
"What's MY name?"
"Name…"
Aleric winced and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Walk in a circle over here."
The man's circle, to Aleric's relief, was still round. And he understood what a "circle" was.
