New Players In The Pattern

[Aiden Finnegan]

Sage lead Aiden into the house. Oh, he had heard everything Sage was saying, but the sight of a gun on the table next to the front door had given him pause. It’s not that he didn’t believe Sage, it was easy to when random fireballs popped up around you everytime you felt something strong. The gun though… Those had always made Aiden uncomfortable and worse, it made all of those stories about the Atharim real. Perhaps if he had been able to see the ‘traps,’ he would’ve felt a bit more uneasy. Instead, Aiden steeled himself and followed Sage deeper into the mansion.

                Lasher trailed after Nova, no doubt wanting to play with the other pup. Aiden took mental notes of everything Sage was pointing out. He was very curious as to what lay upstairs ‘for rich people.’ Perhaps there was a hot tub up there. Aiden did love a good, long soak. He hadn’t had a chance to install his yet back at the manor.

                The house could definitely use some love. If Aiden ever ended up coming here regularly, he would have to do something about that all. It wasn’t his house, true, but he had a taste for the finer things in life. That included fresh paint, larger than life furniture, and fresh flowers everywhere. He doubted the owner would mind a free makeover, but that was for another day.

                Aiden wasn’t sure what to make of the basement. He looked over to Sage and gave him a inquisitive look, “What do you guys use this room for? I mean, besides working out… Do I even wanna know what the tennis ball machines are for? It’s not bad. Could use a little TLC, but not bad. I’m sure that’s low on the list, though, what with evil assassins and all. Where is your room?”