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Allan

He was quite well prepared to not be happy with the answer he had asked for and not in vain as he listened to Vinn's little spiel. The more he spoke the more Allan disliked the very thought of it. The Garden, these games and especially the idea of being signed on a divine contract were all bitter pills he was now being handed. He wouldn't of gone through with this but unfortunately as the old adage goes he has to swallow.

After all the lords needed to be stopped right? But in order to stop them they needed to appease the Garden by going through it's little games. It was a big puppet show and much like a hand-puppet he definitely did feel as though something had metaphorically shoved it's hand somewhere uncomfortable and was moving him, and the rest of the newcomers for that matter, about as it pleased.

"Riiight, best system... What a load of crap." He muttered as he turned and started on his way to his door.
Someone should tell that vassal he should get his money back 'cause he sure as hell paid way too much to wind up bagging me of all things. He thought to himself as he walked up to the door with his name on it. Coming to a standstill in front of his door he looked it up and down, sizing it up.


After a moment of thoughtful calculation he threw a powerful kick at the door, his foot slamming into the flat surface with a loud wham. The force of the hit produced a large rush of displaced air, the sound of his supernaturally strong blow echoing outwards. If it weren't for his socks and pants observers would be able to see his foot now a shade of light sky blue and glowing brightly like a neon sign. Still, despite the force behind the kick the only thing that moved was the air. It seemed magic doors weren't going to be victim to his angst today.

"Bloody hell." He swore under his breath as he took his foot off and opened the door by it's handle as it's maker intended. With his back to the party he stepped in and shut the door behind him, happy just to be out of there.