[Orb post]

[craftycurvo]

[The dark-haired man in robes just stares, giving the impression he's more fascinated with the craftsmanship of the Orb than anything he sees beyond it. They're just mortals, two-a-penny in this world as they are in his own.  The world in which he finds himself looks pleasant enough; this isn't the Halls of Waiting, unless Mandos recently installed castles with gleaming spires, white fluffy clouds and a soundtrack of cheerful birdsong. Apparently, he thinks, fallen heroes have a fate apart, and curses are meaningless.

He doesn't see any of his own kind. Perhaps, given recent events in his life, that's not a bad thing. He picks someone at random and decides to make his presence known. After all, it wouldn't do to appear unfriendly.]

Well, hello there! 

Comments

[craftycurvo]

Perhaps they were hoping that one of us would be a gardener...

It's all very odd, I have to say.

[schrien_die_raben]

Quite. But thus far nothing has happened to affect us in the castle. As long as I'm able to live comfortably, it doesn't really matter to me why I'm here.

[craftycurvo]

I suppose. Comfort is important.

I might go and have a look around outside. It seems that the best way to understand what is happening here is direct observation.