Snippet #2081144

Alain stood quietly as he watched her do her own thing. Nobody ever got born as what they wanted to be, huh? People always found something to complain about. If you wanted to change what you were and how your life was, you had to work at it, "This place is old...very old...and tainted. With what, I do not know." He murmured, more to himself than to her, running his hand along the wall closest him. The centerpiece to the room just gave him chills. He could feel the...well, he didn't quite know what it was, but he didn't like it. He held out his hand and conjured up a small flame in his palm, the white fire just sort of bobbing around in his hand. It was hot enough to burn, but it was by no means an offensive spell. Just a small, personal light; it just seemed to be consumed by the darkness, though, "The inky blackness just seems unending. Not even a magic flame seems to penetrate it..." they shouldn't be here. That was what rung out in his brain, screaming. They shouldn't be here. The body just knew this kind of thing. He walked closer to her, standing close and alert. The quicker she finished, the sooner they could leave this forsaken place.