[Q1] The Chains that Bind Us

Kershaw feels like he's been bitten by a little bug, perhaps a mosquito. Nevertheless, the place he felt the bite on his arm begins to swell. And as the minutes pass, Kershaw cannot stop looking at Faelyn. The Elf's vallaslin seem to glow golden, shimmering as if magic flows through them.

For the duration of the thread, Kershaw will find himself agreeing to do whatever Faelyn says. Almost like he's been bewitched to worship the Elf.