[center][h1][color=39b54a]Bastian Felstead[/color][/h1][/center]

Bastian wasn't entirely satisfied with the old man's answer, but if that tower was the only way out then he really didn't have much of a choice. As for the Wolfborn being from another realm, he didn't quite know what to make of that. Bastian had always been the skeptical sort. He never gave much thought to anything like magic or other worlds, but it seemed like both of those subjects were about to become much more prevalent. With nothing else to say, Bastian simply moved with the group and followed behind the man.

As they drew ever closer to the tower the sound of wind whistling in the distance could be heard. This was odd for someplace that had been so deathly silent up until now. Gardevoir then shouted at them to start running. Not long after the warning, Bastian felt the same chilling wind he had felt in that field. Unable to contain his curiosity, Bastian turned around instead of running to see exactly what they were supposed to be fleeing from. He immediately regretted it.

Bastian had been in battle before. He had experienced combat with both man and wolfborn. There were many times in his life where he had been afraid, but this... That [i]thing[/i]. For the first time in his life, he felt true fear. Pure, incomprehensible, suffocating fear. Every instinct, every fiber of his being began screaming at him to be anywhere else but here.

Not needing any further convincing than what was before him, Bastian nearly mounted the giant hound in a single adrenaline-fueled leap. With a bit of extra climbing, he joined his comrades atop the unnaturally large canine. Though he had been skeptical at first, that mysterious glowing tower suddenly seemed like a great place to be. Hopefully whatever that thing was wouldn't be able to match pace with their unusual mount.

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3 days of rations
Flask
Flint and Steel
Kindling
Rope
Knife
Cloak
Medical Bag
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