01 West Side~First Level
[For a man as paranoid and prepared as Cesare finding himself in this bizarre place with no clue as to why is very disorienting. While he may be near panic inwardly it shows only in how quickly he is walking, how cautious his eyes keep aware of his surroundings, and the fact he has his sword unsheathed and at the ready. He steps carefully, eyes darting up and down, back over his shoulder, upward to the roofs of the strange buildings.
His black robes are already collecting dust and while it is irritating he knows this is the least of his worries right now. The logical part of his mind tells him this is a dream, it has to be. But it's too real. Every instinct tells him this is real, that he is here, wherever here is.]
His black robes are already collecting dust and while it is irritating he knows this is the least of his worries right now. The logical part of his mind tells him this is a dream, it has to be. But it's too real. Every instinct tells him this is real, that he is here, wherever here is.]
