@fabulastronaut
"F-fuck me, it's cold...!"
It seemed like a perfectly safe, sequestered spot at the time, Albert thought. A once proud keep had now been swarmed with soldiers and beasts haphazardly strewn across Stormveil Castle.
The Sorcerer naturally assumed this was a product of a dilapidated place, no ruler to call it home, surely. That being said, Albert had spent most of his days roughing it in the confines of a cottage in Leyendell until recently, so one could confidently conclude the boy was hardly up to date with current affairs.
Albert had graciously draped himself in a blanket he found in what thought of as a spare bedroom. A woefully large blanket, mind you, fit to function as a giant's loincloth! Who could have possibly slept in such a grand bed?
With his new, extremely comfy find, the astrologer tottered down the halls until finding a comfy little crevice in the castle where he may call shelter for the night.
A telltale sign of his precense, however, was the end corner of comfy bed cover poking out into the hallway. Not like any soul would notice, surely...?
