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Following the dryad's instructions, you look into the steel of your blade, still stuck fast in the tree trunk with green light pouring from the wound and illuminating the area. The light of the blade cuts through lies, the spirit says, so then you're expecting to see the truth of what you are. Perhaps you'll see a radiant knight, proof you still own a paladin's heart and soul, and you should strive to cleanse this sinful corruption from your body... Or maybe the feral eyes of a daemoness will peer back at you instead, and you'll realize how foolish such sentiment truly is.

Instead, as turn this way and that to get a better angle to see your reflection, it's difficult to see any distinct details at all. Your form is distinct, but where you might expect to see the horns atop your head, or perhaps lack thereof, your reflection seems to bend and distort, and it's simply impossible to tell whether you're looking at the Sabine as you appear now, the Sabine as you might have appeared several days ago, or some other version of Sabine.

"I'm... not sure what I'm looking at," You try to state as flatly as possible, but you know you weren't able to restrain a hint of complaint. "Apparently the sword isn't meant for me, because its magic isn't showing me anything." Or perhaps there isn't any 'magic' in the sword, and this is all some illusion, or another dream, some remainder of Indra's magic from the other night.

The dryad looks over your shoulder. You can see her face quite clearly. "Perhaps you see what you need to see." She's already flit away from you when you spin around to face her.

"The truth is that I'm a distortion of myself? Thank you for that revelation, I think I'll take my sword and be leaving now." She laughs softly as you turn to yank the blade free. "Oh, I'm glad I could amuse you, but I've had a hellish day, and will probably have more before I arrive at Gerlangen."

"You seem to have completely missed the point! The sword does not know what to show you because it does not know what you are." You stop and muse on that for a second.

"How can it not know what I am if it reflects the truth? Unless..." The dryad begins nodding along with you as you continue, a smile spreading across her face. "The truth is that... my path has yet to be determined... If that's true, does it mean that I'm not actually a daemon?" The words fly out of your mouth and your heart skips a beat, but you're not sure if its because of anxiety or anticipation.

The dryad cocks her head and squints her eyes at you. "Hmm... Whatever the sword might or might not show, I think you still look the part. But my thinking is less important. What does your heart say?" She doesn't give you a chance to respond before walking into the tree, but you hear her voice again all around you this time. "Fair well on your journey, Sabine of the Burning Rose."

The forest falls silent, though light still reflects off the blade of the holy sword. You contemplate those parting words before pulling the blade free and returning to your hastily constructed camp. Indra and Aegis are undisturbed where you left them, though you suppose it has only been a few minutes.

You're hesitant to sleep, but you do really need to get some rest, and there's no telling how long your companions will be out. You figure that its better to nap, even if you're not too tired yet, so that you're able to wake up if something does approach you during the night. And so, after checking once more on the spider bites and feeding the fire enough to last at least a couple more hours, you lay out your own bedroll and relax for the first time in hours.

You're not sure how long its been, but that conversation with the dryad won't stop replaying itself in your mind. You sit up and look into the fire for a while. "What am I?" You sharpen the tips of your fingers into talons and back into soft flesh again, and then glance at the Sword of Saints. You feel a tug inside to pray to the Burning Rose like you did only a few days ago, but despite the short span of time, it feels like a lifetime since you spoke to her.