First Blight || VOICE
*His phone gets knocked off the receiver as he wakes up lazily, knocking it off with his arm, yawning loudly. There's a moment of silence, as a slow process goes through the man's head*
Strange. I don't quite remember sleeping indoors. Did I go out dri--
These aren't my clothes! They're light and... loose. This is awkward. *He gets out of bed, a rustle being heard as he does so.*
Oh dear, this... this is all wrong! There are houses, outside... they all look the same and... where are the forests and rivers?! This can't be Ferelden, can it!? *worry grows in his voice as he frantically runs across the room, searching compartments.* My clothes, my sword! Shield! Anything of mine... they aren't here. Why are they not here?! Who touched my things??
Dear Maker, is that... is that me? With a wife in these strange pictures? And two children....?
I will never ever go out drinking with that blasted dwarf again!
Strange. I don't quite remember sleeping indoors. Did I go out dri--
These aren't my clothes! They're light and... loose. This is awkward. *He gets out of bed, a rustle being heard as he does so.*
Oh dear, this... this is all wrong! There are houses, outside... they all look the same and... where are the forests and rivers?! This can't be Ferelden, can it!? *worry grows in his voice as he frantically runs across the room, searching compartments.* My clothes, my sword! Shield! Anything of mine... they aren't here. Why are they not here?! Who touched my things??
Dear Maker, is that... is that me? With a wife in these strange pictures? And two children....?
I will never ever go out drinking with that blasted dwarf again!