Who could it be now? [Brielle/Closed]

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There was a chill that Lance couldn't seem to shake. Maybe he did cry himself sick. The inside of his parents old house didn't feel right. It was cold, dusty and devoid of all life. The complete opposite of how he remembered it. He tossed his staff aside and went about opening up curtains and windows. This place could use some light and fresh air.

Lance never asked what type of “accident” his parents were in, and even now he still didn't want to know. However, he realized there was something he should have asked about. Whatever happened to the family goat? There was literally no sign of it inside the house. Maybe they moved it outside after Lance left. Or maybe it died before this parents did. Or with them. That was a frustratingly sad thought. The mage sniffled and pulled his cloak tighter around himself. He needed to get warm. But lighting a fire seemed like too much. He also wasn't wanting to rouse the attention of anyone they used to know. He wanted to be invisible for now. Until he got his head back on his shoulders, this place was going to look as empty as It had been to everyone outside of it.

He took every single blanket out of the closet, stripped his bed, and threw it all down in a messy pile in the main room. After kicking off his boots, he started to build a nest around himself with the blankets. Once he was all cuddled up, he glanced around the room again.
This was all that was left. Home...No. This isn't home. Not anymore. It's just some old house his parents lived in....

At least, here he didn't have to worry about surprises here. No random people bringing bad news or any news at all. Just the young mage...And possibly some mice. If anyone showed up at the door he'd surely ignore it, if anyone came in well.. What's the chance of that happening.
Lance let out a shaky sigh and closed his eyes. Now to try and get some sort of peace.