[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color]
Interacting With: [@LordVoldemort], [@Lich][/center]
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The party had finally settled, and rest had begun for Alberich. It had taken him a moment to fall asleep, as the previous day was rather eventful. Alberich had met many travelers, began to build an encampment, and even had to fight murlocs. It was certainly a story to tell, yet Alberich wouldn't have been there to tell anyone if the knight hadn't come to his rescue. Like Alberich, Adrien had little knowledge in the magical arts, and because of that, he had trouble describing the wonders of magic. For all Alberich knew, he was set on his belief that it was the work of the gods, and those who used it were foolish and playing with stuff they shouldn't be messing with.

Eventually, daylight had shown itself over the the trees and onto the encampment. Something was poking Alberich repeatedly, and he rolled over in his sleep. He tried to pay no heed to the poker, yet as much as Alberich ignored the pokes, they wouldn't stop. [color=aqua]"What do you want, Sakem?"[/color] Alberich asked in a grumpy tone, obviously distressed from the pokes as he rubbed the effects of sleep from his eyes. There was much to be done even today, and it seemed Sakem had nothing better to do but to bug Alberich from the second he woke up.