my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun liked to think of himself as somewhat of an expert on Whitebrim, what with having been there before (which was better than most non-Halovians). So he decided to go back out there, (dropping off a bag of apples he'd acquired with guards on the way) since he was convinced the place (and its inhabitants) were still hiding secrets. Plus exploring and serving as the eyes and ears of The Voice shit to do.
As he approached, though, it was quiet. Very quiet. With nary a soul in view. And he soon saw unusual smoke rising in the air. Intrepid explorer that he was, he immediately sauntered over, whistling cheerfully. Stopping a short distance away, he peered at the case that was the source of the mysterious crimson smoke, waiting for it to do something more interesting.
Hopefully it wouldn't try to kill him like everything else in Caido.
As he approached, though, it was quiet. Very quiet. With nary a soul in view. And he soon saw unusual smoke rising in the air. Intrepid explorer that he was, he immediately sauntered over, whistling cheerfully. Stopping a short distance away, he peered at the case that was the source of the mysterious crimson smoke, waiting for it to do something more interesting.
Hopefully it wouldn't try to kill him like everything else in Caido.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
