Alastair Valkyrion
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 103
- Reaction score
- 29
Alastair stood in the library of his sad, run down manor. He looked around the room, knowing every place of every book on every shelf. Furthermore knowing the contents of each book cover to cover.
He was getting bored. And...just feeling wrong.
He had sent a message to his friend Sythe, hoping that the enigmatic assassin got it and decided to come.
The message had been simple.
"The manor. We need to talk."
Now. With Sythe involved talking meant Alastair would vent and Sythe would grunt out a sentence here and there.
Just how the Vahla liked it.
He was getting bored. And...just feeling wrong.
He had sent a message to his friend Sythe, hoping that the enigmatic assassin got it and decided to come.
The message had been simple.
"The manor. We need to talk."
Now. With Sythe involved talking meant Alastair would vent and Sythe would grunt out a sentence here and there.
Just how the Vahla liked it.
@Axym