Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-5543592-20150428022945

Dacian eventually took shape, and picked his amulet up from the ground when he did. He stood, dumbfounded, before realizing he had no idea what to do. Kay could be anywhere in the world. He glanced around, unsure what to do with himself. For once, he lacked a plan. Thousands, millions of possibilties floated around in his head. And he had a solution to none of them.

He was angry, terrified, disheartened, and downright sick of everyone who wasn't Kay. But most of all, he was disappointed in himself, and a profound feeling of hopelessness over took him.

He sat down on the ground, rested his head back against the wall, and shut his eyes. He quietly sung something in Bretony to himself. His voice was soft, and the lyrics were smooth. He repeated the song like a mantra, quietly to himself, over and over again.