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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

[daine]

Neither of those are an ideal situation in the least. [She can't help but give off a sound of annoyance about the whole thing.]

[wolfuncaged]

Nothing within these walls ever is. [A sigh] Perhaps the journals were an omen.

[daine]

Or they're completely unrelated. It's giving this place too much credit to assume it would send us a warning like that.

[wolfuncaged]

And yet there was that letter found in the other castle. Where all the residents died.