[ALANOR]
"Who's there?" Alanor growled, his voice coming out loud and unexpected. Someone was in the same room as him, and if they didn't show up, there was a very great chance that he would lash out at them.
He was too angry right now, very frustrated, and was probably going to let it all out on the first person who tried shit with him.
"Who's there?" Alanor insisted. He wanted to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating.
The young Wynter tried to look around but eventually assumed that it was a rodent or something. There was a high chance that the rats were at it again.
Besides, if there was someone else in the room, then Alanor Wynter would know. After all, he didn't just become the beats of the midlands by using one sense. So relaxed, he walked back into the room, giving up all thoughts of the pleasure he had come to seek.
Then again, what were the chances, right?
