[Ugh. Well, that was some of the worst sleep Griss has ever gotten and he wasn't even allowed a proper bed for years as a kid. Oh well, might as well see what's going... on... here...?
Huh. Well, this is new.
The castle's interior looks kinda familiar even though he never stayed in a room this nice, but why would he have stayed in Elusia Castle? That doesn't make any sense and the more he thinks about it, the more agitated Griss becomes. Where's Zephia? The other Hounds? Lord Sombron?
So he ventures toward the door pausing and listening for a second. No sounds of a clash, no voices calling for his blood. The Divine Dragon's army could still be out there, so he pulls open the door and summons his tome.
Only one of those works, and the latter leaves him staring at his hand in confusion. It feels like a Silence spell, but when was it cast on him? Who the hell did that?
Regardless of his confusion, there are plenty of other equally confused individuals opening doors in the hallway and questioning each other. It sounds like none of them have any idea what happened, and none of them really look familiar. No Zephia, Marni, or Mauvier, anyway, and it's not like Griss cares about anyone else.
He makes his way through the confused shouting, looking for some familiar corridors that should lead to an exit... but nothing here looks familiar. It's not like he ever spent much time in the living quarters of the castle, he supposes...
There are guards blocking several other passageways, and several more doors are locked. Griss slams his shoulder into one and draws back with a half-annoyed, half-pleased wince.]
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Huh. Well, this is new.
The castle's interior looks kinda familiar even though he never stayed in a room this nice, but why would he have stayed in Elusia Castle? That doesn't make any sense and the more he thinks about it, the more agitated Griss becomes. Where's Zephia? The other Hounds? Lord Sombron?
So he ventures toward the door pausing and listening for a second. No sounds of a clash, no voices calling for his blood. The Divine Dragon's army could still be out there, so he pulls open the door and summons his tome.
Only one of those works, and the latter leaves him staring at his hand in confusion. It feels like a Silence spell, but when was it cast on him? Who the hell did that?
Regardless of his confusion, there are plenty of other equally confused individuals opening doors in the hallway and questioning each other. It sounds like none of them have any idea what happened, and none of them really look familiar. No Zephia, Marni, or Mauvier, anyway, and it's not like Griss cares about anyone else.
He makes his way through the confused shouting, looking for some familiar corridors that should lead to an exit... but nothing here looks familiar. It's not like he ever spent much time in the living quarters of the castle, he supposes...
There are guards blocking several other passageways, and several more doors are locked. Griss slams his shoulder into one and draws back with a half-annoyed, half-pleased wince.]
That's a no-go too, huh...