[With his helmet tucked under his arm, Benjamin makes his way around this dreamlike estate still done up in blue and gold armed only with his sabre and a pistol. Not that he seems inclined or the sort to recklessly use either; he carries himself with restrained confidence (like a proper gentleman), despite appearing disheveled and being well and truly exhausted.
There are several things he sees within these winding halls he doesn't recognize, but the sight of a bar feels universally familiar.
He has a seat at it, knowing how indiscreet it is, but he'd like to gather his thoughts before continuing on with this predicament. Ben has read enough ancient stories to know of fantastical adventures in unknown lands, but the timing couldn't have been any worse.
Why now? Why him? Is it even real, or is this some kind of horrible condition of the mind brought on by moral affliction?
It's a distressing thing to think about, at any rate.]
[LIBRARY]
[--"Wonderland." Apparently from a piece of literature which had not been written during Ben's lifetime. It's another world, or so he's been told; neither Heaven nor Hell, but a place entirely removed from the world he knows as home.
Desiring to read more on these subjects, and after having learned about the library, asked about its location. He makes his way there as quickly as his feet will carry him.
Being a graduate of Yale and as fond of books as he is fighting for just causes, Ben immediately finds a desk and piles book after book onto it, all with the intention of reading each one. When he's collected enough, he pauses, looking over the lot.
major ben tallmadge | turn: washington's spies
[BAR]
[With his helmet tucked under his arm, Benjamin makes his way around this dreamlike estate still done up in blue and gold armed only with his sabre and a pistol. Not that he seems inclined or the sort to recklessly use either; he carries himself with restrained confidence (like a proper gentleman), despite appearing disheveled and being well and truly exhausted.
There are several things he sees within these winding halls he doesn't recognize, but the sight of a bar feels universally familiar.
He has a seat at it, knowing how indiscreet it is, but he'd like to gather his thoughts before continuing on with this predicament. Ben has read enough ancient stories to know of fantastical adventures in unknown lands, but the timing couldn't have been any worse.
Why now? Why him? Is it even real, or is this some kind of horrible condition of the mind brought on by moral affliction?
It's a distressing thing to think about, at any rate.]
[LIBRARY]
[--"Wonderland." Apparently from a piece of literature which had not been written during Ben's lifetime. It's another world, or so he's been told; neither Heaven nor Hell, but a place entirely removed from the world he knows as home.
Desiring to read more on these subjects, and after having learned about the library, asked about its location. He makes his way there as quickly as his feet will carry him.
Being a graduate of Yale and as fond of books as he is fighting for just causes, Ben immediately finds a desk and piles book after book onto it, all with the intention of reading each one. When he's collected enough, he pauses, looking over the lot.
Softly, he murmurs aloud:]
... A pen. I need a pen.
[Oops.]