Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Martelai walks toward the cellar door, shaking his head as he goes and screaming intesifies. He almost lurches at sudden silence...
"It stopped! The screaming."
He rushes toward the cellar peering into murky depths and then slowly going down.
"Lights, we need lights!"
He stops on the bottom of the stairs, his elven heritage enabling him to see under light coming from the open door.
"It stopped! The screaming."
He rushes toward the cellar peering into murky depths and then slowly going down.
"Lights, we need lights!"
He stops on the bottom of the stairs, his elven heritage enabling him to see under light coming from the open door.