Alistair had never been a fan of cowardice. But the pressure emanating from the room he was told to enter was enough to rival the Sword Saint, and then some. He'd never felt anything like it, except from his bosses. He was like a mouse caught in the paws of a panther, and he couldn't figure out a way to get free.
The room he was in was tastefully furnished in bright and vibrant colors but unlike the ease it was meant to make him feel, he felt choked up instead. Like the vibrancy was pressing against him, trying to make him let down his guard.
He didn't dare.
"What's a big, strong man like you doing all the way out here?" He kept his best poker face on and when he got a look at the boss, he almost fainted where he stood.
It was the lady who visited Raven. The one with a cheerful disposition. He coughed and tried to maintain a semblance of sanity. It was easier said than done.
