Graham Douglas hadn't had a good day for a long time now. Ever since the voice in his head started speaking, Graham had known no peace and trying to ignore it only made it worse. Even after Graham relented and began making his way to where he was supposed to go, the voice persisted. Even now, when he was so close to the source, Graham's mind was still assaulted by the call. Graham was going to make the bastard responsible for this relentless headache suffer at the first opportunity he could seize. Which probably wouldn't be for a while since he was probably dealing with a very powerful spellcaster. Graham glared in frustration at the tower as the voice told him to stop. "First you tell me to come, then you tell me to stop" Graham growled "Make up your bloody mind you bloody whoreson". With that said, Graham leaned against a nearby tree and watched as more people arrived, pointedly ignoring any attempts others made to speak with him. When the time came to move, Graham began walking towards the tower but made no attempt to hurry and kept a sharp eye out for any danger. He was far from happy about the situation he found himself in.


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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11782]Perception Roll: 21[/url]
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