Arrived

   Alvans had just arrived from the woods together with Keith and Atlas. After their hunt, they decided to have fun and they drank. Alvans was so exhausted, so he just staggered along the way, heading towards his room. As he was walking down the hallways, sick and unstable, he heard whispery voices coming from a nearby room. At first, he thought it was just his maids and some people talking, but as he got closer, he realized that it was too quiet to be a normal conversation. It was as if a rat was squealing around at night, looking for a place to hide.

   Alvans stopped in his tracks and listened carefully. He strained his ears, trying to make out what was being said, but the whispers were too soft. Alvans could not shake the feeling that something was off. He could not ignore the possibility that they might be planning something that he should not be privy to.

  He decided to investigate