Dainn Triste
"Alright," Dainn followed after Ayanna a few steps behind, admiring the detail in every piece of architecture.
I know we just moved in here, but I feel like I've been to this house before. Weird huh?
Dainn let out a slight laugh. "Yeah, that's pretty strange. Gotta love Deja Vu, eh?" Even as he spoke his eyes scanned the walls and ceiling. There were intricate designs running horizontally, halfway up the wall. The small piece of detail added so much more life to the room. The ceiling was made of a crisp, flakey paint that spiked out in random directions. He stood still for a moment, tracing the spikes along the ceiling with his eyes.
"So what exactly did you say you guys were out here for? I wasn't really all there when you explained it earlier.
Ayanna's question snapped him out of the daydream. He shrugged. "We were forced to go along with Scyrim for some business matters, and our car broke down a few miles back. He's determined to get us back on the road soon, but decided to find a place to stay first. This place seemed interesting, so of course, he picked here." He smiled. "I guess it was a good thing. I got to meet you."