[color=7bcdc8]“We are not alone.”[/color]

There was a person ahead. A head with long blonde hair poked itself out of an alcove in the wall. There was also light ahead, the mere suggestion of it on the walls enough to cause Alastair to duck his head further inside his hood. [color=7bcdc8]“Prisoner or jailer? Yes. I agree. Another person trapped in this labyrinth.”[/color]

Continuing his shuffling walk forward, Alastair drifted over until he was brushing against the concrete walls beside him with each step. It felt darker somehow, more sheltered from the searing light that was up ahead. [color=7bcdc8]“Should we? No? But you are weakened and it might help. No. You are right, as always. There is no need for haste. And we should learn what we can.”[/color]

Abruptly, Alastair slowed to a stop. If it was even possible he seemed to curl even further in on himself where he stood, head dropping nearly to his chest as his knees started to bend. [color=7bcdc8]“You, you want to do to that? But you know I am no good at it. Yes, yes. Of course. It needs to be done.”[/color]

For a few moments Alastair stood still, slouched against the concrete wall as he took deep breaths, as if preparing himself for something. After a moment he straightened, standing completely upright and at his full height, his hunched posture completely erased. He walked forward with his head held high, the slow, ambling steps replaced by a more normal walking gait. His movements were stiff, as if he needed to consider each step carefully, but it was still far more normal looking than his previous zombie-like cadence.

As he grew closer to the blonde-haired figure he called out to her, his voice loud and clear, if a little raspy. [color=7bcdc8]“H-hello? Are you – are you lost here as well?”[/color]

[@Illiren]