On Balance Weighted- Antechamber
I walk into the castle and before my eyes can adjust the gate closes loudly behind me. On instinct I turn to look, just in time to see a heavy bar, of what appears to be petrified ironwood, fall across the slats of the gate. It feels as though this is an ominous beginning, as I am uncertain if I could lift that bar if I wanted to, though I would consider this gate, in all humility, to be narrow. "It is." Though I recognize the voice straight away, my nerves cause me to jump at the unexpected voice from just behind me. I turn to find a brother long sought, though his look suggests that something is amiss, and caution must be taken even here, in this moment. "Narrow, that is." I smile "Well I'm glad to hear it, and I am very glad to see you." He furrows his brow, barely visible in the dim light, and seems to be considering something as he inspects me, as if he were expecting me to be more prepared and is adjusting his approach on the fly to match my unex...