08-01-2016, 03:08 PM
ROMEK
Romek was doing his usual patrolling of the Northern kingdom, moving with ever-increasing swift ease across the uncertain terrain, when he comes across someone unfamiliar to him – which isn’t exactly weird, as he barely knows anyone in the kingdom. This one smells like a stranger, though, and is moving like a stranger.
A trespasser then. Her brains must be frozen solid. But no worry. He heads over to her with a quizzical expression on his face.
”You’re trespassing.” he says, stopping directly in front of her, blocking her way further into the kingdom. Over-cautious, perhaps, but there were children in there, and he would take no chances. ”Perhaps you come from a backwards land where thinking is not a desirable trait. Would you care to either retrace your steps out of the kingdom, or is there a reason you are here?”
A trespasser then. Her brains must be frozen solid. But no worry. He heads over to her with a quizzical expression on his face.
”You’re trespassing.” he says, stopping directly in front of her, blocking her way further into the kingdom. Over-cautious, perhaps, but there were children in there, and he would take no chances. ”Perhaps you come from a backwards land where thinking is not a desirable trait. Would you care to either retrace your steps out of the kingdom, or is there a reason you are here?”
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem