<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/79812734801.jpg)</div><strong>Celeste Southland</strong><br/><br/><strong>Health:</strong>22 / 22 |<strong>Mana:</strong>9 / 9 |<strong>Virtue:</strong>12 / 12<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">Equipped:<br/>Steel longsword<br/>Steel half-helmet, Steel breastplate, Steel vambraces, Steel Pauldrons, Steel Greaves, Steel Sabatons<br/></div><div class="floatright">Leather pouch:<br/>Healing potions X2<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was so surreal looking at the lay of the land. It looked so far away, but at the same time, it looked as though it could be touched. Deciding not to think too much about it, Celeste turned on her heel and back into the room to look around some more. The only things she really hasn't gotten her hands on were the chest as well as the door leading out. It had only occurred to her now that the mirror was quite not what it was made out to be and that she should be on her toes. This isn't any ordinary room. Things are not as they appear.<br/><br/>Not wanting to leave just yet, the knight made her way over to the chest at the foot of the bed. It looked rather average, much like her own chest in her room back in the castle of the king she had served. Well, technically still serving, but... that's another story. Without as much preparation aside from keeping her wits about her, Celeste brought up the lid of the chest with her free hand, her sword still at the ready in the other.