trama-inducing.

[dovahfahdon]

It was a test, he supposed. What kind, he couldn't tell you now, but the point was the process, and the process was irrevocably, incomprehensibly flawed. He thought it was near a joke, what the amulet meant, but he was soon proven false. He had been approached by three individuals upon wearing it, two females and a male, and when a fourth started to approach, Alain didn't think it cowardly to flee the town.

He was stopped twice more crossing the expanse of land from Riften to Whiterun, and when he saw the gates, the man thought it best to disperse with it altogether. He walked to as close of the center of the giant plain to the west of Whiterun as he could, and without a thought otherwise, fell to lay on his back without a sound. The sky was wide, clear and coated with soft-looking clouds. He wished to hide himself amongst them.

Instead he kept to his inane behavior, trying to recover.

Marriage. Honestly.