Caspier Redain

I need not tell you just how many fools exist in the world. They are numerous. Everywhere I look I see another fool. Take my little pet Tygus for example. He was foolish enough to think he could take Redain on his own. Little Caspier Redain who caused me so much trouble. "The best slaver" as they used to call her. They were right. She was good. Was being the operative word. Still, she is not good now. Crazy foolish wench that she is. Tygus took her and lost her and got himself mutilated by that Favarth fool in the process.

Caspier Redain opened her eyes and almost instantly wished that she hadn't. Being awake meant being away from the dreams of Fellicity when they were young and innocent or the warm, careless dark of deep, dreamless sleep. Death. That would be a dark, dreamless sleep away from the cares of the world. She craved death and avoided it. She was determined not to succomb  to it. Not yet. Redain dragged herself to her feet somehow. Every movement was an effort of both body and willpower. It hurt! Everything she did caused so much pain. How weak had she become?