[h3]Alexander[/h3]

Alexander trooped up to his room, the same as everybody else, but once he was there he found himself rather at a loss. He had his knife already, he'd sharpened it the previous evening, and there wasn't much in the way of any magical items he owned. He had the leather jacket he'd always worn back home, so of course he grabbed it, but its potency was due to craftsmanship and nothing else. He spent a solid two minutes debilitating, and when he could think of nothing else he pulled the jacket over his shoulders and arms, bent down to make sure his shoes were on tight, and went out the door again.

A handful of stair steps later and he was standing in the hall again, swaying side to side in anticipation. This would be dangerous, Kade and Eleanor said, but what was the point of an adventure if it wasn't dangerous? "I should be ready," he said aloud, "Just say when."

(Apologies, week kinda snuck up on me...)