[With the question of survival prowling constantly at the edges of his thoughts, it's nice to have a little bit of a distraction. As he pulls his knees into his chest, he focuses on her presence beside him — not the darkness entombing them, or the stench of decomposing things that thickens the air, or whatever monsters might be lurking out there. He shakes his head to confirm that, no, he wasn't at the welcome party she mentions.]
Thorne.
[As soon as he says it, it strikes him how strange it is to consider himself from there now. To think of it as his home, or something close enough to it. While he holds no allegiance to the country or its crown, he does feel a sense of loyalty to some of the other Summoned who are trapped there with him.]
no subject
Thorne.
[As soon as he says it, it strikes him how strange it is to consider himself from there now. To think of it as his home, or something close enough to it. While he holds no allegiance to the country or its crown, he does feel a sense of loyalty to some of the other Summoned who are trapped there with him.]
Let me guess...Free Cities?