[Surely, there was something in the wine he drank last night. Arno wasn't sure he knew what he was doing or getting into when he found himself here and grabbed a hold of a dark looking gemstone and sprouted weird wings.
Trying to think of it as still merely a dream, he managed to find his way to the party, and all of the colorful food sprawled on the leafy table. Everything here was far too..."natural". That and he now realized he was here too long to really think this was a dream anymore.
There were other odd types here with wings and Arno didn't know how to make himself present here quite yet, so he did some private investigating instead. He walked on over to the table, feeling mighty suspicious.
If this was a dream, then perhaps then this walnut bread would taste-]
...Merde!
[After cursing, he spat out the bread. It tasted good, but it shouldn't have tasted like anything if this were to actually make sense. Well, that made things difficult now, didn't it?]
B:
[Well, at least he was trying. Arno tried to get used to these wings by flying from branch to branch. Probably, you could catch him overhead. He'd been at this for hours.]
Arno Victor Dorian - Assassin's Creed
[Surely, there was something in the wine he drank last night. Arno wasn't sure he knew what he was doing or getting into when he found himself here and grabbed a hold of a dark looking gemstone and sprouted weird wings.
Trying to think of it as still merely a dream, he managed to find his way to the party, and all of the colorful food sprawled on the leafy table. Everything here was far too..."natural". That and he now realized he was here too long to really think this was a dream anymore.
There were other odd types here with wings and Arno didn't know how to make himself present here quite yet, so he did some private investigating instead. He walked on over to the table, feeling mighty suspicious.
If this was a dream, then perhaps then this walnut bread would taste-]
...Merde!
[After cursing, he spat out the bread. It tasted good, but it shouldn't have tasted like anything if this were to actually make sense. Well, that made things difficult now, didn't it?]
B:
[Well, at least he was trying. Arno tried to get used to these wings by flying from branch to branch. Probably, you could catch him overhead. He'd been at this for hours.]