[center][h3][color=a0410d]Vyrmain[/color][/h3][/center]

It had been quite long.... an eternity even. Without Senna by his side, giving him orders, what was really the point of living?

But no, he was letting his mind wander again. It wouldn't be too long before he decide to just end it all and cut open his wrist if he continued on this train of thought. 

[color=a0410d][b]"No, I cannot."[/b][/color] He said to himself, shaking his head. [color=a0410d][b]"If Lady Senna awaits my return still, then I cannot falter, not now."[/b][/color]

Vyrmain had had quite the ride... He was out, buying groceries for the week, and next thing he knew he was in the middle of a damned mountain.... at least, near enough to one for the whole fucking place to be a freezing hell. To top it off, in the nearest village, they didn't seem to take too kindly to strangers. 

But, as it was Vyrmain's custom, he gave two fucks about that and quickly looked for a lodge in which he could stay. Thankfully, they had heat in there... he wasn't going to die for the moment being, but Vyrmain had other things to worry about.... for instance, was Senna, his master, in this world as well? 

If so, then was she okay? Had her horns been polished? Had her nails been polished? Had she been taking the afternoon tea Vyrmain was so intent on shoving on her person every afternoon? Was.... was she worried about him? Vyrmain hoped the answer was yes. 

He sighed, his sigh sounding somewhat as if it were lovestruck, yet it was mostly out of worry for his master. 

And then, thumping came from the room contiguous to his. 

A vein popped at his forehead and he slammed his fist against the wall, denting it slightly, [color=a0410d][b]"Damned humans! Shut the fuck up or I'll eat you the fuck alive!"[/b][/color] The thumping then stopped. Thankfully... whatever they were doing, they were not very considerate about other people. [color=a0410d][b]"For fuck's sake.... if they want to move furniture then do it when no one's in the room besides yours."[/b][/color]

Regardless of his naivety, Vyrmain readied himself... he had supplies to last him for days, coats and caps to cover his head and enough mana to tank through the most of the unknown, but certainly lengthy(at least, so he supposed) snowy escapade. He strapped his gigantic backpack to his back and nodded. 

He made his way out of the room and to the lobby, where everyone was looking at a group of strangers with intrigued eyes. A group of elves, by the looks of it, and the gigantic janitor tending to them. 

With a snarl, Vyrmain adjusted his backpack once more and walked past the group. 

[i][b]"Are you folks here for lodging or did you have some business with the Adventurer's guild?"[/b][/i] The janitor asked, prompting Vyrmain to stop for a second and hear what they were talking about. 

[color=a0410d][b]"Oh, yeah."[/b][/color] The man turned on his heel, redirecting himself to the counter and speaking to the man behind it. [color=a0410d][b]"Guess I haven't paid for the time I've been here. How much do I owe you, old man?"[/b][/color]

He was sure the answer would be an 'I'm busy, let me check.', and while he checked that book of his, Vyrmain could surely eavesdrop on the conversation of the group.... if they had business with the guild, then they probably weren't from around here.... at least, so Vyrmain hoped. 

Having scapegoats to use/eat in his way back sounded like the greatest idea he had had in months. He had to remind himself of letting Senna know so she would praise him later.... as childlike as that might've sounded, he did look forward to that. 

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