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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is prone to extreme paranoia anyway, he didn't need the castle's help in this. He's currently pacing through the halls, muttering in Arcanum under his breath. Oh, and he's glowing. As much as he hates his lyrium markings with all his heart and soul, they are useful in some things. At least his way is lit a little, with a soft blue glow.

He's still thoroughly pissed off with everything, though, as he dictates into the journal]

And to what end will there be in plunging us into darkness? Does it perhaps hope to pick us off one by one, whilst we are vulnerable? [He pauses, listening, he thought he heard some magic going on down that hallways :|]

Maker I hate this blighted hole.

[[ooc: Open or journal]]

Comments

[courageous_wit]

I'm sure it will pass in time.

[wolfuncaged]

And what shall we do in the darkness? Knit?

[courageous_wit]

What would you like to do?

[wolfuncaged]

Be right of this ridiculous darkness?

[courageous_wit]

I know you don't like magic, so you could light some candles for now.

[wolfuncaged]

They do not seem to stay lit.

[courageous_wit]

Strange... Maybe we can light a fire?

[wolfuncaged]

Perhaps, though knowing this fool place, it will turn into an inferno.

[courageous_wit]

I hadn't thought of that.

[wolfuncaged]

It was not a bad idea? [This is Fenris trying to be nice. Trying]

[courageous_wit]

I'll keep working on it! I'll come up with something!

[wolfuncaged]

Then I wish you luck.

[courageous_wit]

You too.