Jimjar

I used to be something else. I don't know what but I know that I was not what I am. He ate my memories. I do not understand what that means but that is what he says he did and he enjoys cruel honesties so I have to believe him.

My memories start on the Ziggurat. Chained and shackled, I was all to aware of what would come next. It was the damnable fish-man Head Sacrifice. They do not care about the body, only the head. I thought I would be calm at the end, heroic perhaps. I was not.