[The only saving grace this room has is that it's not pitch dark. Lanterns mark the stone walls at even intervals, turned down low in the dead of night to cast tiny circles of ghostly light. It is these that he pins his focus to, picturing the moon in the sky somewhere above. He rubs between his fingers the pendant he wears around his neck, a polished crystal cut into a circle and set in silver. I hope it brings you good dreams, read the note that came with it.
Wilhelm's shoulders jump as someone speaks up from nearby. A newer face around the castle; he doesn't have a name to go with it. A blank uncomprehending fills his face, until he realizes that she must be joking.]
Oh, uh... [He fidgets with his necklace.] Sure. But I have to warn you, it's kind of a boring tour.
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Wilhelm's shoulders jump as someone speaks up from nearby. A newer face around the castle; he doesn't have a name to go with it. A blank uncomprehending fills his face, until he realizes that she must be joking.]
Oh, uh... [He fidgets with his necklace.] Sure. But I have to warn you, it's kind of a boring tour.
[He can joke too.]