“…We’ll keep in touch.” Michael said, ending the transmission.
“I wonder what all that was about…” Uriel said.
Michael shook his head. “I’m about as lost as you.” He said, turning to Charbydis.
“We’ll be keeping a close eye on you…”
The prisoners would soon hear the clacking of boots upon the hard flooring of Whitegate as “the sable warrior” slowly descended the stairs into the cell complex. It was difficult to tell how the noise was being made as “the sable warrior” lacked legs and instead floated like a ghost
The warrior cocked their head to the side
#####“You remind me of a homeless person I once met. Like you they had one arm, unlike you they were insightful and quite charming. I went and donated a large sum of money to a charity to make his life better.”
“You know, it’s a shame that you dont 't remember me. Because I do remember you, even despite my madness.” The Gamemaster said, stepping closer to Sable Master in his cell.