<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: School Hallway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Everyone<br/>At 2013-09-07 22:10:26, TheHangedMan (uid: 12227) rolls: 1d100 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=49836)<br/><hr/><br/>Maybe it was the surrealness of this all. Maybe it was the fact that this whole thing ultimately started when he saw his nightmare, his personal problem, so directly trying to extinguish the life of someone who didn't deserve its attention. Maybe that's why he wasn't cowering now. Left to his own devices, on his own, this would probably be going in the exact opposite direction it was currently heading.<br/><br/>But, he manages to lock eyes with the goblin. He stares straight into them, eyes as unblinking as a cat that had caught sight of a squirrel. In fact, his own expression of barely-held-back anger and desire to destroy this<em>thing</em>adds to the fact that Al looks more like a predator preparing to end its preys existence, than anything else. The woman was right. He was in control now.<strong>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Go</span>. <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">A. Way.</span>"</strong>He tried to command Gwynn ad Nubb to leave, to go back to whatever dark hole constitutes its home.<br/><br/>He was half-tempted to catch a look at the owner of the voice that he had heard; but he also knew, or at least thought he knew, that if he broke his concentration for a moment--for that woman, or for the trials that the other students were going through-- he would lose this battle of wills.