industrygothica
Adventurer
"Whatever we do," Willow looks at each of the others in turn, noticing their subtle changes in behavior, "we should do it after we leave this wretched castle. Something is certainly not right about this place, and I am ready to leave."
She turns then to Dareios, unsmiling. "I do not think you mean that. An honorable man such as yourself would surely not give that a serious thought. At least not without a better reason then that the place gives you the creeps." Willow looks around the dark and dismal keep, and folds her arms tighter as a cold chill creeps up her spine. "Though were that a valid reason, I'd be the first to light the torch."
She turns then to Dareios, unsmiling. "I do not think you mean that. An honorable man such as yourself would surely not give that a serious thought. At least not without a better reason then that the place gives you the creeps." Willow looks around the dark and dismal keep, and folds her arms tighter as a cold chill creeps up her spine. "Though were that a valid reason, I'd be the first to light the torch."