Don't be thinking we're crazy, crazy

A new day had risen and with it Alaois rose with the intent of working on his skills. He set off from the forest with the intent of finding another, someone that he could challenge so that he might be able to better himself. Someone he didn’t know, someone that wouldn’t be predictable like his family and friends had started to become. Not that they were bad fighters by any means, particularly Sin, but his tactics had started to become noticeable for the man. He hummed thoughtfully to himself. He missed Sin every now and again, but he didn’t regret leaving his mother and their friends behind. He could not wait to see Boreas and see this land that his friends had spoken of. Now that he was here? He found himself growing excited. Yes, perhaps this place would do nicely.

Ala moved with the plan in mind as he made his way through the forest though he did pause long enough earlier to catch himself some breakfast. The meal he had gotten Calida last night had been for her alone, and though he was not the lightest of men, he was still a gentleman of sorts. The princess deserved such offerings, his loyalty, his obedience, and so much more. There was a future beside a woman such as that, whereas with any old female he had the hope of what… joining some pack while others called the shots? No thank you! He was an ambitious creature by nature and would only ever serve under Calida, perhaps her father or brother, as a form of respect should she ever choose to leave these lands.

After some time, taking his pace slow, yet purposeful as he sought out a stranger. He tested the wind regularly, his ears twitching thoughtfully to catch the different sounds of nature. That was when he came to a rather… strange opening in the ground. The scent from it was old, musty… bringing with it the scent of decay and even death. What poor bastard, or bastards, had gotten themselves lost in the darkness of whatever it was? It seemed to be a rather large opening, more than spacious enough for him to descend, and so… he did.

The man walked down cracked stone steps to the entrance of the crypt, observing the way the ground had been dug out curiously. What a strange place… The dark of the area stretched on before him, only a bit of light from the outside getting in. He stood there, blinking his eyes as he adjusted his gaze to it. Whatever this strange place was, it reminded him of more of a graveyard than anything. Massive, open… he could make out bits of bone here and there. A skull, some other bone, possibly a leg bone of sorts? They were pretty much scattered near the walls of the place and in the middle of the room, or starting room rather, there were large pillars from the ceiling to the ground. Weird…

“What is this place? This is no place to bury a warrior, that is for certain.”

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