Well, well.. I surely think that I have to put away these thoughts from my hands. I ought to be optimistic here. Things would fall into pleasant places for me. That should be what I am looking up to. Not what my mind is currently fixated on. Carefully, I poke my head in, allowing myself get used to the smell of the room., being that it has not really seen sunlight in a while(although I think that this is flawed because if the room has not received sunlight, then how did Musgan get his food?). To it's credit, the room actually does smell good. Just as normal as anyone would expect a room to be. Except that this room has being holding the one who would be denied exist from. Holding the Chaplain of the Town of Titledom. Make sense! A feeling of dread washes over me momentarily. For a moment
