Dilly Dally

[Knox213 10]

 

Albrecht’s room had always been an untidy mess, the bed was hardly ever made, candle wax had covered the table he’d work at and the various parchments… Today was like any other day. 

 

Sitting in the chair beside his bed, resting his arms on his knees, staring to the door with sullen eyes Albrecht found himself speculating the event that had transpired the night before. ‘Have I truly become so lax that I allowed myself to drop my guard, for even the briefest of seconds?’ he thought, letting out a heavy sigh pinching his digits for a moment before turning to face Kenswey, who had been rambling on about something. “A few inches deeper and the doctor would never have been able to stop the bleeding. You would’ve been… well, dead.” Albrecht grabbed the arm rests, lurching himself to his feet as he looked around the room, waving his hand to Kenswey in dismissal as he had tried to offer Albrecht some support. Staggering towards his desk, rumbling around the various things within the top shelf. 

 

Kenswey furrowed his brows, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Albrecht… What’re you doing?” he’d mutter, crossing his arms as he’d watch Albrecht. “Just let it go, you were the victim of a potential mugging, everybody in Nordengrad knows how you brag about the weight of your purse…”

 

Humming to himself, Albrecht stood upright, turning to face Kenswey with multiple letters in hand. “During my journey, I happened across an old book, containing some ancient text from that of the second Orenian Empire. ‘Alea iacta est’ a phrase read. ‘Alea iacta est’” he repeated, looking Kenswey into his eyes with the same sullen expression. “Do you know what it means?” Kenswey thought for a moment, ultimately he shook his head, being unfamiliar with the words spoken. Albrecht closed his eyes, holding the letters towards him. “The die has been cast.” he paused for a moment before continuing. “We are at the point of no return.”
 

[vIlE 0]

YIKES

[Unwillingly 18123]

I thought it said dilly dilly at first.