Fire… the heat flowing off the flickering burst of colors… the very sight of it. Some say fire is a monster. That if not controlled it will eat everything in it’s path. HA! What do those fools know of monsters? It was peaceful in the inn… “was”. I had been sitting there staring into the flames for some time… though I know not exactly how long. I have yet to grow accustom to how time seems to mean little to me now a days. Is it because of this form I am now cursed to bare, or simply my mind no longer wishing to acknowledge such things? As I stared off into the flames in the pit of the inn that night I allowed the visions of my diseased mind to play out… to recall what I could of my past days.