The night passes uneventfully for everyone aboard the ship, but instead of experiencing a restful sleep, yours is a turbulent one. You awake in a cold sweat, desperately trying to remember the nightmare that awoke you. But you can’t. Your mind doesn’t let you. Instead your heart beats slower and more rhythmically; years of training have served you well. You spot a scurrying from the corner of your eye and you follow it. Beneath the table in your cabin you spy a large rat hole. Inside something reflects from the light you shine against it. You debate waking Elyssia, but think twice. She had a day, and needs her rest. Besides, this isn’t something that you couldn’t handle alone. You reach into the hole and feel a rounded knob: you turn it. Before you the wall opens and reveals to you the cargo hold of the ship. A large iron cage sits in the center. A well dressed man approaches you and hands you a key. A relieved look crosses his face as you take the key from him and he steps away. You begin to loudly protest, but he smiles and says,
“You are the caretaker. You’ve always been the caretaker. I should know. I’ve always been here.”
You turn to look at the cage and see yourself, bleeding. In a panic, you rush to unlock the gate; only to see yourself on the other side holding the key.
Whatever anger you once held in check is no longer restrained. Whatever hate you kept down now overflows. Reaching through the bars you grab hold of yourself, and pull her through into your cell. The struggle lasts an indeterminate amount of time, but you rise victorious. You exit the cell, but not intact. You feel as if you’ve left a piece of yourself behind.
(Your Alignment immediately switches from Lawful to Chaotic, you gain 0 XP)