Fifth Blight || EVENT
*Alistair had woken up about twenty minutes ago. He was in a strange garb. It was black and white and... this bar here. It was all so strange. Was this the hotel that woman mentioned about earlier in the week? He sighs heavily as he sits at the bar, rubbing at his forehead. He had tried opening the windows, the door, breaking down the wall but... nothing had worked.
The ex-templar sighs and runs his thumb and one-fingerless hand through his hair before looking down at his hand, his other one playing with his mother's amulet*
What do they honestly expect us to do? This is all so strange.
The ex-templar sighs and runs his thumb and one-fingerless hand through his hair before looking down at his hand, his other one playing with his mother's amulet*
What do they honestly expect us to do? This is all so strange.