[Embedded in the side of a mountain lies a crevice barely wide enough for one. Right next to that is a cave ten metres wide and yes, I live there. The cave roof is low and the taller among you may find that you must maintain a crouch to avoid hitting your head on the dipping cave. All is dark and only one path can be followed. Feeling your way along using the walls, you arrive in a dimly lit antechamber. Two wooden brackets on either side of the chamber hold braziers in which a small flame burns. In front of you stands a door seemingly made of wood but upon further examination, it is revealed that inside a thin layer of wood the door is crafted of steel. Left with no other choice but to knock, you do. The door creaks open and reveals a young man carrying a walking stick with a cloak over the sheath of a zan. The man narrows his eyes at you.]
GET OUT OF MY CAVE!
Only joking. ;D
But seriously, don't invade my privacy. O.O"
GET OUT OF MY CAVE!
Only joking. ;D
But seriously, don't invade my privacy. O.O"