(Intro Post) Daeron the Minstrel
He was getting carsick again and he knew it. His body had never taken a liking to the great metal beasts, even after he had learned to handle them, and it was rebelling against the long ride he had subjected it to today. Even rolling down both windows did not help; he could still smell the metal, the rubber on the asphalt, the exhaust spitting out the back-
Needless to say, he was relieved to see a building on the horizon. It looked lonely and abandoned, but he drove closer anyway; he had slept in worse places than decrepit old buildings. He gratefully got out of the car, stepping away to feel the night breeze on his face, willing his stomach and head to both calm. After a moment of surveying his surroundings he decided the building was indeed his best bet. He went to try the door, vaguely surprised that it managed not to fall off its hinges when he tugged.
Then he stepped into light and froze in confusion. What was this place?
Needless to say, he was relieved to see a building on the horizon. It looked lonely and abandoned, but he drove closer anyway; he had slept in worse places than decrepit old buildings. He gratefully got out of the car, stepping away to feel the night breeze on his face, willing his stomach and head to both calm. After a moment of surveying his surroundings he decided the building was indeed his best bet. He went to try the door, vaguely surprised that it managed not to fall off its hinges when he tugged.
Then he stepped into light and froze in confusion. What was this place?