The two continued through the mountain pass without incident, Garret passing Longhack's camp while sharing small talk with the man that, to his knowledge, was a long lost friend from his boyhood days. Little did he know that the man he knew as 'Longhack' was a mage, and a criminal, using ancient magic to twist Garret's mind and memories to his liking whenever the knight asked a inconvenient question or stumbled too close to the truth. And the name Longhack itself was nothing more than an alias, the mage knew far too well that knowing someone's true name gave you absolute power over them. It was tempting to just transform the knight into a busty, addle-brain wench and give her to the hired swords, but then again, someone might have been expecting the knight or would notice him missing. Better to just let him pass and dodge the paladin's questions as best as he could.
But the mage's last use of magic had worked well enough to solve any further problems, making Garret confused and air-headed and playing it off as ill-adjustment to high altitude. The questions about why the mage and his hired swords were here stopped, and instead the questions had fallen towards things that were easy enough to answer with lies. How was 'Longhack's family, did he have a woman waiting for him, any children, where was he living, all things that could be explained away with falsehoods. And before long, the two men had reached the far side of the pass, Garret looking at the path below with some trepidation as he suddenly couldn't remember why he was there in the first place.
"Longhack, friend, can you remind me why I was here, again?" Garret asked as the mage stepped up beside him.
A large part of the mage felt like telling Garret another lie, or forcing him to stay and become part of the mage's small army. The work here was incomplete...Or simply tell the knight that he was, in reality, simply a loving little slave girl. Or just keep the knight entirely confused and let him wander through the world, most likely to a quick and messy end. Or perhaps BE the quick and messy end by pushing the knight from the path and down the mountain. It'd be a believable fate, a knight in armor in rugged terrain falling to his untimely death. But again, the knight might be missed, and the work here on the mountain could not be disturbed. Perhaps he should just release Sir Garret from his spells and let him be on his way...With a convenient charm to forget that the mage was ever here, of course.
The mage was forced to answer as Garret's brow furrowed in the silence. The mage raised his hand and...
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