OMG LOOK IT'S A POST FOR MALCOLM BADDOCK! :o
There had been too many people in the main corridors as he walked away from the library, and at the time it had seemed like a good decision to venture into the dungeons as a less traveled route. Unfortunately, it was starting to seem less and less like a good decision now that he'd managed to get himself lost in them.
Mumbling a little to himself, he paused to fold his lips together in thought as he looked at a statue and tried to figure out whether he had seen that particular statue already or not. When he couldn't remember, he let out a loud sigh, throwing his hand back through his hair and shoving the other deep into his pocket.
He hadn't known that someone else had crossed his path until he heard a sound from their direction and turned to look in the small hope that it might be one of his friends.
His eyes fell on the boy who stood not too far away, and he swallowed nervously out of instinct.
Mumbling a little to himself, he paused to fold his lips together in thought as he looked at a statue and tried to figure out whether he had seen that particular statue already or not. When he couldn't remember, he let out a loud sigh, throwing his hand back through his hair and shoving the other deep into his pocket.
He hadn't known that someone else had crossed his path until he heard a sound from their direction and turned to look in the small hope that it might be one of his friends.
His eyes fell on the boy who stood not too far away, and he swallowed nervously out of instinct.