The Letter [Kenneth Intro]

The letter was an uncomfortable thing. Standing both as a conduit for his unease, and apparently the golden ticket to great power, he hadn't decided if receiving it had been a good thing. At the moment, while trekking through the deep drifts of snow, he wasn't a huge fan. The Mountaineers had given him directions but had been confused as to why he was visiting what they thought to essentially be nowhere. Maybe it was indeed, nothing, and the letter was only there to make him go through the effort of climbing Mt.Hakobe for nothing. Kenneth knew that couldn't be true though, he knew that whoever could have known the information sealed in the envelope was dead-serious about the offer. For now though, the letter would sit in its deep-red envelope, tucked away safely into a compartment of his black puffy parka.

Kenneth made it to the top sooner or later, but not before absolutely exhausting himself in almost every sense of the word. What was once a heavy hail had tapered off into a flurry of fat snowflakes that fell lazily to the untouched and pristine snow peaks. He didn't know if he'd like to meet the people in charge who knew of his deepest darkest secret.

As he gazed up at the weathered-yet-strong walls of the fortress, he knew the time for indecisiveness was over. They likely knew he was there, fate had now set forth a chain-reaction of events that would hopefully bring him great power. It was risky to associate with other dark mages, allowing the possibility of their faults to result in his downfall. It wasn't in his cards to deny anyway, as anybody who held his secret that flippantly needed his utmost attention. Wiping a flake from his forehead, Kenneth grabbed a small metal door handle and tugged the door open. The smell of stale air and dust immediately greeted him, but he had certainly withstood much worse. It was welcoming and homely, somehow.

"I'm here." Kenneth said to the room.