Strange Creatures

As the party discusses their next course of action, Hildreth stands in a shadowy corner, whispering softly. If he is talking to himself, Zohar, or the shadows themselves is anyone's guess.
 
"This certainly has been a strange trip. I wish I knew where to begin, but things are...blurry. It almost feels as if entire events have been completely erased from my memory. Do either of you remember?" Hildreth softly strokes the back of his familiar's head with a claw, but directs his gaze to the darkness.
 
"We...we were with Davynn and the twins. For all their talk of friendship and hardships they have gone through together, there seems to be lots of uncertainty about their decisions and what to say to one another. Regardless, Davynn went home to Pitfield of whatever small town he originated from. Poor sod. I was like that once, wanting to find acceptance from those I considered a community. I wouldn't shed a tear if they were all devoured slowly and alive."
 
A growl from the shadows gets Hildreth's attention.
 
"I know Sayah. I don't actually wish ill upon them; I'm past that now. Yet, I would be lying if I said I could ever forgive them. Wild animals have more compassion than that backwater filth."
 
The grow reduces to a low rumble, and eventually disappears entirely. Hildreth exhales a breath he did not know he was holding. Perhaps he still felt more animosity than he let on.
 
Turning his attention back to the room of adventurers, and then Zohar, Hildreth continues. "Riding a pegasus with Lana was fun though. Can't say I have ever done that. Perhaps one day you'll be large enough to give me a ride like that too, eh Zohar?" After a moment the slim smile turns into a frown. "But...where did we go? I remember the painting. That harsh world of negative color; t'was almost like a nightmare landscape, yet though I admit apprehension, there was no fear, even if that strange faun said I should leave lest I suffer ill effects. I think I will be wise to never return there. But when I left...where WAS it we went Zohar? What place held the painting? I remember Lana taking me to some strange abandoned cottage, then there was falling, and then...nothing. There was the painting, then Lana and I were standing outside the strange house once more. If it weren't for that moment in the painting I would have just assumed we went to the house and left again, but I KNOW there is something missing. These people are hiding something from me, something mysterious." Hildreth eyes Davynn suspiciously with his eye, glad for the young adventurer to be talking to the mad looking Xylund about gods and purpose. "He said something. Before Lana and I left, something about...blood. Was that a hint as to why my mind is blank? Regardless, I need to be observing these folks. I can't let my guard down again."
 
Continuing to observe the gathered party, Hildreth's ice cold gaze does not soften. "Look at them. Supposedly they are friends, even family, yet they cannot talk to one another without distrust, sorrow, and lies. Is this how enlightened races are? So secretive that they cannot share themselves with friend and kin? Truly pathetic wretches. To think that I wanted to be like them when I was young, I see now that my own kind is...less than rational."
 
After one last gazed at the group as their conversations come to a close, Hildreth is overcome with an almost strange sense of amusement. Realizing things are coming to a close, he addresses his familiar with one final, astute observation.
 
"What strange creatures these are, right Zohar?"