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[inhumandog]

[Iago is sitting outside of his room, one leg pulled up to him as he leans against the wall. He's sweaty and exhausted, but is both too shocked and too exhausted to move. In true Shakespearean form, Iago's thrown himself a nice temper tantrum in the privacy of his room, but when he finally opened the door, he noticed the corridor and is now in the

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[impure_tale]

Iago, be calm.

Do you know who I am?

[inhumandog]

[There's a bit of a banging as the communicator is thrown against the desk. He wasn't expecting anything out of it. But, he manages to crawl back over and look down.]

No.

[impure_tale]

[All seriousness as he watches him.]

You are safe, but you are not home. I promise to help you, but you must get hold of yourself.

[inhumandog]

Help me? What manner of help are you offering? [He holds up the magical device and stares at it, too exhausted to really do much more than sit and stare.]

[impure_tale]

The help that you need, of course. As I said, this place is not your home. You might think of this as a very long and confusing dream, if nothing else, but one that you must navigate in order to return from whence you came. And I? For lack of a better word, I'm your conscience. It is my duty to guide you as is required.

[inhumandog]

Have I gone mad?

[impure_tale]

No. The mind is complicated, even when a person is perfectly sane.

[inhumandog]

The woman mentioned that this is a prison.

I have done nothing wrong.

[impure_tale]

Only for some.

[inhumandog]

For me?