<a class="postlink" href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbwda4Raw11ro160fo1_400.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Age: Twenty Two<br/>Height: 5' 11''<br/>Name: Alistair<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"Oh, it's you." The young man says, walking out from behind some of the plant life. He had followed the rock he was kicking until he had heard a sound. Someone was talking but he didn't hear a reply. It didn't take much to sneak a peak at the speaker. It was a young boy, younger than he. Blonde and thin he was quite lovely but dressed like a peasant. The shirt was ill fitting and the pants were wrinkled. "Didn't think you would even try to get in. We all thought you would just go around on the outside and wander like a lost cat." He kicked his rock again, this time sending it farther than he had yet.<br/><br/>"Do you even know where you are?" The young man asked the blonde boy. He ran a hand through his dark hair, making it stick up. His hair was shaved close on the sides of his head and left long on the top. His dark eyebrows furrowed over deep brown eyes while he scrutinized the blonde. He scowled at the boy. It took a moment for him to decide but finally he held out a hand. "My name is Alistair. I've been hearing lots of things about you. They keep saying some kid is knocking around outside the labyrinth around the city. From the looks of you, you have to be the one that's trespassing. Did you honestly think that you could just climb in? Just like that? There's more to all this than meets the eye. This place is tricky." Alistair withdrew his hand before the other could shake it. He tapped his index finger to his temple. "You have to think really hard to make your way around. Nothin's like it should be." He shoved one hand in the pocket of his faded black pants and leaned forward, squinting at Jason. His other hand he waved in the air gesturing towards the labyrinth of walls. "This is a madhouse. And if you know what's good for you, you'll scramble right up whatever rabbit hole you fell down and get out." Alistair brought his hand to his chest when he straightened, fidgeting with the torn neck of his ratty shirt. He shouldn't judge others based on their appearances when he looked like a beggar but Alistair seemed unaware of his own clothes. He rarely noticed things about himself.<br/><br/>Alistair was a resident of the Labyrinth like many others. Since the death of their queen the land had been spoiled and ravaged by death. There had been a short drought and then a flood. Alistair remembered the flood, it had been the worst thing that could have happened in their land. The city sat at the center of the labyrinth and the walls of the maze had held all the water in the city. Despite the town being atop a hill the water levels had risen and destroyed a few homes. A handful of crop fields had suffered as well, making for a hungry season. The people had run into the castle to seek refuge and help from the king but that was when they had discovered his absence. Alistair remembered seeing the empty throne. But what did it matter? The king hadn't been any good since the wife had died so why would he have been any help then? The goblins and few trolls and the handful of humans that lived in the city had left the castle. No one went inside of it. Alistair had gone back to try and find some food inside once but everyone within sight had stopped and stared while he had tried to climb in the window. Once he realized he was being watched he had bolted, not caring if he was hungry or not. Since then he had avoided the place just like everyone else.