This is a side story, a chapter that's not quite as long as a usual one and does not pertain to the Main Characters, it also isn't as well written or strictly kept to my traditional writing style.
~~Lysandereth, Library of Ruain, Lanker~~
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"Mhmm... Good night... yawn"
In the middle of several bookshelves lies a bright red door, and right in front of that looming door is a single man; asleep.
The sleeping man is slumbering quite soundly, quite cozy in his Baby Blue Robes, the Robes of Dreamweaving; the robes provide quite a bit of contrast to his frizzy dark blonde hair creating a wall over his eyes.
The light brown of his skin took up a large part of his 6-foot figure, his broad shoulders and straight-edged chest were in sharp contrast to his wrinkled clothes, sagging face, and unkempt appearance.
Hugging a taxidermied
His strength wasn't the only problem, this wasn't the first time this had happened and they knew how only a select few could wake him up. It'd be quicker to create another exit than to wait for someone to wake him up, however in this current situation neither seems to be possible.
For the people inside, this is a nightmare. Unless they wished to break some laws and break a wall down to escape from inside, this was their new home for the next week or so.
Poor Poor Lysandereth, having to adapt to deal with this behemoth of a sleeper.