Mary-Allison Flagstone
Why am I always waking up in strange beds in this G-D castle? ‘Am I that easy?’ At least someone took the bag off my head. This has to be the strangest and biggest room I’ve awoken in yet. God’s Shadow has a presence here, more so than anywhere else in the castle. Red and black decorate the walls. Several different crests adorn banners.
Out of bed and I wander to the living area. More God’s Shadow relics. Black armor, not unlike the armor in the lobby, stands statuesque next to a column. Except this armor has a red feathered plume down the middle of the helmet.
“Mary-Allison.”
‘It’s him!’
Spinning, Adam sits on an antique chair against a curve in one of the walls. He’s sitting forward, a scowl across his face. ‘Is Christopher, right? Is Adam, The First?’
Hanson said his last name is Streifth, is he Adam’s father? Or a descendant of Hanson?