Voices fill his head. There was the typical set that belonged to him,whispering actions that he could take, urging him to do things that he wished not to do. Indistinguishable from each other was the voices of the masses around him, the towns folk. They bored him. The most interesting one he could hear was simply "who in the world wears a full robe and helmet outside? What a weirdo" one of the resident voices reminded him that he could kill this paser by as a warning, but he did not have time. There was a set of voices under the ground a distance away, one of which was quites strong. Perhaps he should investigate...
He has arrived. He walked around this block multiple times to make Shure that it was the right one, and as he made the last corner, a voice ran out of the entrance. He steps into the building and stops as the voices in the direction of the runner become a midnight black. This is new. Perhaps he should investigate later. But first, the building. He slowly walks towards the room with the voices, only to see a bright pink room.
This is interesting......
He has arrived. He walked around this block multiple times to make Shure that it was the right one, and as he made the last corner, a voice ran out of the entrance. He steps into the building and stops as the voices in the direction of the runner become a midnight black. This is new. Perhaps he should investigate later. But first, the building. He slowly walks towards the room with the voices, only to see a bright pink room.
This is interesting......