High Alert [Closed]

[String Chord]

String sits on the dusty chair int he living room of the ruined building, he takes his dagger out and starts stabbing the table repetedly, his blood boiling with anger and fury. He waits for his only trusted enough friend, Hjalti, to seek advice, wether or not to rescue his only love, and purpose in life.

He is hidden in his cloak and hood, in the darkness, almost unseen, just the clicking of the table heard.

[Hjalti]

Hjalti trots in slowly, his beard tied in a decorative knot. He doesn't speak, just gives String an attentive look, waiting patiently for him to speak.

[String Chord]

String turns his head toward Hjalti, feeling slight relief, he leaves the knife jabbed in the wood. He takes a deep breath "Thanks for coming..... I... i don't know what to do..." he looks down, his ears flat

[Hjalti]

Hjalti stands beside him; "W-what's wrong...?"

[String Chord]

He puts a hoof on his head, sighing softly, he clsoes his eyes "They took teh doctress away... the captured her.... for... making some kind of a machine..... And I don't know how to help her..."

[Hjalti]

He looks down; "Bastards... what could she possibly have done to them...?"
He stamps his hoof violently; "Do they know no honour?"

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