Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26826001-20160729124734/@comment-26814804-20160819011655

It was mere seconds before Iram reached the Hole, the one-way entrance to the Underground through which he'd been thrown as a child. He looked around, and saw a well-trodden path to his left. Following it, Iram began feeling an emotion he'd never felt since... well, ever, to be honest.

He started feeling nervous. He hated everyone in the village he was approaching. Hell, they'd literally thrown him into a hole to die. His grandfather was the only one who'd cared, and he was definitely dead of old age by now.

And yet for some reason he was nervous as to how they would react, who would be alive, and who would be dead. He was nervous about seeing his father and his mother and his little sibling, and he was nervous about the ''town. ''He wasn't afraid, he wasn't angry, he was just nervous. He was not used to the feeling.

Not one bit.