Perrinor

You both awake in your respective rooms. You look out the window. The fake sun is missing from the indoor courtyard. Instead, your wakefulness is met with a smudgy haze, which stings your eyes and fills the air with the weight of dusk. The smell that reaches your nose isn’t altogether unpleasant, although it carries with it the skunkiness of damp basements and late dormitory carousal. You struggle to hold your minds from returning to the dreaminess of sleep. Your senses feel dull and any ambulatory force within your person pulls against a treacle lethargy. Still, something is wrong, and you must investigate.



Divine Intervention