Snippet #2765850

Babble

Words of healing, words of purchase. Words, words, words! She certainly spoke a few many.

He highly doubted she would find anyone with knowledge of that variety. His old master worked in secret and left a scarce few alive to speak of such matters. If he had any friends they certainly weren't on this side of the veil.

She asked if there was anything she could do to help him? A soft chorus of chuckles were sprinkled throughout the air around her.

"Help him? Oh I think he's just a little bit beyond help. We are Babble after all." A disconnected voice answered to her right. All the while the Babble wrought of flesh and bone simply laid there, listening but otherwise inactive. While being tied down to a table was nothing new for him he certainly was never afforded anything like bedding or even a mattress for that matter. The slab was all the comfort a wretch like him could ever warrant.