Keahi sits in his chair in the drawing room, smoking a pipe. His robe covers his body in a blanket of warmth, the robe is unnecessary as he’s wearing pjs. The fire crackles and burns, the storm rages outside, but he is safe here. He’s never had to worry about bandits or Zombies, something he’s quite grateful for. But he is rather lonely and the loneliness gets more unbearable by the week. No matter how he tries to deny reality, it will still find a way into his mind. It’s just a matter of time..