Alder settled into the messy nest of blankets he called a bed. He took his big circular glasses off, putting them down on the nightstand and pinching the corners of his eyes. Alder couldn't help but think about what Gore had told him as his offer, "Let me spoil you as my lover or have me admire you as my trophy". Sure, Gore had changed.. a lot. But would he really resort to killing Alder if he chose to not join the mage's side? Alder didn't want to think too hard about it. He yawned, deciding to take a cat nap until Plague came home and he could talk about the chaos of this with her -end- Just a quick writing test