[Diarmuid had been moving to leave his cabin after performing one of the sacred offices, when he found himself thrust into a new situation altogether — one that startles him, leaves him frozen with some fear. Tony will likely feel the presence of the new player behind him with time, and upon turning to inspect, he'll find a battered and bruised teenager with curly brown locks, donning a sling on his right arm and dressed in near-black robes that eat up his other free limbs with the lengths of the garb.
He does look terribly familiar, doesn't he?
The monk looks nervously from Tony to the strange game-like setup, something of which he's never played through before. When you come from a time and place where board games are hardly usual... it leaves everything all the more convoluted.]
Wh... What's this about? What manner of walkway is this?
just a roll of the dice
He does look terribly familiar, doesn't he?
The monk looks nervously from Tony to the strange game-like setup, something of which he's never played through before. When you come from a time and place where board games are hardly usual... it leaves everything all the more convoluted.]
Wh... What's this about? What manner of walkway is this?
[... Irish, very Irish.]