[The world from which Louis hails was so small, yet so drastically diverse that upon first look, he nearly accepts this as yet another Crypt, where the environment can change with the whims of its occupant—but the telltale sign that he's far from home is the absence of Mist. The Red Mist that shrouded his city and jailed them, isolated from the rest of the world was not so easily dissipated. So... where is this?
A voice calls to him, and Louis whips around to see another man, dressed in ornate robes. His eyes do not miss the other's weapon and though Louis does not make a habit of pointing his own sword at strangers, his grip on the handle tightens, ready to brandish should he find reason to.]
Who are you? [He demands, bracing his feet to stand square with the stranger. The grin on the other's face doesn't sit well with him.] Are you the one who brought me here?
[... Tea biscuits. Somehow, he's not particularly in the mood for them right now. Maybe later, though.]
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A voice calls to him, and Louis whips around to see another man, dressed in ornate robes. His eyes do not miss the other's weapon and though Louis does not make a habit of pointing his own sword at strangers, his grip on the handle tightens, ready to brandish should he find reason to.]
Who are you? [He demands, bracing his feet to stand square with the stranger. The grin on the other's face doesn't sit well with him.] Are you the one who brought me here?
[... Tea biscuits. Somehow, he's not particularly in the mood for them right now. Maybe later, though.]