[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]There were many like it, but that one was mine[/sub][/center]

Zerraf turned his neck, back turned to Ainra. The rapier remained hovering over Jenso's shoulder as the door was opening. His wide brim hat cast a shadow over his eyes. Below the shadow was his red mask, expanding upon a rush of wind from Zerraf's mouth. [color=ed1c24]"It was comfy. I could dream,"[/color] Zerraf said. Ainra felt a draft had entered the room.

He rounded his left shoulder and faced forward once again. [color=ed1c24]"Where we start doesn't matter to me,"[/color] said Zerraf to the door.