night 3

[philistined]

[ear splitting roar and rocks tumbling and whatnot as Goliath goes wakey wakey. after a couple seconds of looking over Paradisa's skyline, he walks over to his journal to see what's been going on for the past twelve hours. instead, he finds that there are almost two months worth of entries that he doesn't recognise. there's a low rumble, and pages start to flip faster]

What sorcery is this?! The castle's tricks? How long has my slumber lasted?!

[ooc; totally backdated to dusk. Goliath has been asleep for the past month and a half, oh shit, son]