castleinthemist | [open] 1st -- where the sword's light gathers

He was no stranger to waking up to the feeling of stone. Nor was it different for him to wake up exhausted and aching, but the darkness-- that was new. No matter how much time passed, it was always light when he awoke. And as much as he always wished to keep sleeping, there was still work to do, as there always was. But the Dormin was no longer speaking to him. He couldn't hear the tell-tale sign of an idol collapsing, nor the sound of Agro's hooves on the temple floor.

There was no time to think about what was going on now. Wander pushed against the wall of his container, pausing a moment and then rocking the vessel until it was dislodged from its spot, and smashed on the floor and he along with it. Still dark. He wasn't used to non-natural light.

But something else was more pressing and apparent-- not the dark streaks and dirt on his skin, not the scrapes, cuts and bruises that had accumulated over his last fight, not the fatigue in his limb or the dizziness he felt-- no, something else.

The sword. The sword was missing.

The thought sent Wander scrambling off his back in a panic, brushing through the remains of the sarcophagus for any sign of it. He sprung to his feet, disregarding the vertigo, looking around and investigating the room for any sign of the black blade.

It had to be here somewhere. It had to be

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"I have none," Wander replied, relenting after a moment and putting the bow and arrow away. "I've just arrived, though I do not know how. I am searching for my sword, and then a way out of here."

It was weird, in retrospect, talking so much; and he'd be lying if he said his throat didn't hurt a bit. But he had to get out of here, and soon.

"The way out is this way-- of the area, anyway." He made a motion, dropping his hand to the side. Turning his back to the other (strange, he reminded himself), he began to walk, casting glances around the area. Yes, this had been a familiar place but he still had little answers for whatever questions the other may have possessed.

He would have to talk, explain: avoid riddles. "As far I know, we have been brought here along with others. From what I was told, no one knows why." It sounded frustrating to even admit it, but he kept his voice level.

"What does your sword look like?"

Wander watched the other man carefully, glancing around at the room one more time before slowly moving to follow him. Wherever they were and whatever this room was, getting out of here was probably going to be more productive than sticking around.

"Black; both the hilt and the blade," He explained simply, pausing a moment before continuing. "It seems at first that people are being collected for some reason."

Listening to the description, he lowered his head upon realizing he had not seen such a weapon around. Quiet for a moment, he considered the second statement, turned around and down onto another path.

"It appears to be that way, with how people turn up and do not leave." He paused, making his way to the door that led into the rooms. "Some have been here for longer than a few days, weeks even."

Wander simply followed, giving only a cursory glance to the scenery as they went. There were much more important things to think about right now after all.

"They gather and do nothing?" That couldn't be right. There had to be some reason, after all.

"They gather-- explore the castle for a way out if there is, a reason as to why." Leaving the room, he exhaled and looked back to the other, made a motion for him to lead the way as he liked. After all, he had just gotten here and it was better for the other to see what was here for himself.

All there was to this was exploring then? He thought a moment, even spacing out a bit until he realized that the other man had stopped walking. He blinked and looked back at him; was he expected to lead now? The concept was almost foreign to him.

Wander almost looked a bit lost for a moment, before turning forward again and carefully taking more steps forward, glancing around for some sort of clue or sign.

Following after, he kept quiet for a moment and tried to think of anything else that he could say to the other for advice. A breath in and at thinking of nothing, he just watched as the other lead the way. A moment and he stepped forward to follow.

"That is-- about all I can think of to say, about this place. I have no been here very long."

"I have explored many places without guidance." This would certainly be no exception it seems. Still, he had at least know what he was doing. To be taken somewhere without any advice or goal? No one telling them what they must do?

He walked absent-mindedly for a bit, before looking back once more. "Is there anyone here that might know?"

"This is a similar situation then, except you are not alone." He nodded, looking up to raise a brow at the other once he heard the question. His shoulders almost rolled in a shrug but he caught himself and instead looked around.

"From what I have seen? Not so much. Still, it would not hurt to pose questions."

Even when he went to the Forbidden Land, there was at least the Dormin to consult should something be needed. Now there were many people, though uninformed? It was the exact opposite of what he was used to. Quite concerning.

"If there are natural inhabitants around here, it would be best to find them. They may be able to tell us what to do."

"So far, no one of this realm has been discovered, to my knowledge." He clarified for the other, a breath in then out quietly with his frustration. "Hopefully they are not hostile towards our presence, and can answer questions."

A pause as he looked over. "What is your name?"

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