Obelisk: Go on1
From Create Your Own Story
Embarrassed silence filled the void and you coughed, loudly, creating an even worse silence than before.
"Your name was Pelm`" He nodded. "Who are they? You said 'they' stopped picking beginners?"
"We are part of a battle...competition. Well...Do you know the term 'Battle Royal'? The directors choose the mages, who will take part in the tournament. There was a long period where no one was picked. We all believed it was over. To be honest: We all prepared for the fight and then you emerged. Best timing, if I might say so." Did he mean that sarcastically? You had a witty retort at hand but swallowed it. Pelm was your only way to gain information right now and you did not want to loose that. Or did you?
"It seems like it. Well, we can't change that."
He sighed, making it sound like a perfect mix of being annoyed and being just a tad bit over the top.
"Well then, welcome to the Team. I am missing a teampartner and so I would say that you are to be mine. No?"
Letting his green eyes rest on your face, he seemed to wait for an answer.
