Neverwinter Forest Don't know what's inside of me

Midar calmed a little at the dark leader's mollification. He released a heavy sigh as he listened to Damien talk further about the religion he should remember. He could remember a feeling at least--what he was saying felt important, like it had once been a big part of him, and that part was just empty and black now. Maybe that was where the darkness came from. But he pushed the thought away immediately; the darkness only sought to remind him of how useless he was without his memories. This religion seemed like something that would lift him up rather than bring him down.

He drew in a deep breath, feeling a little better. It was helpful to have someone who knew what he should know. It made him want to ask more questions. There were so many things Midar wanted to know, but he finally settled on one. The mark on my shoulder, the beast started. Why is it there? It was an almost constant reminder of what he couldn't remember, and it would ease his frustration some to know what it meant.