The feeling of relaxing sleep and being stirred had Endo wondering what was waking him. He felt slightly hazy and found himself standing suddenly not remembering getting up out of bed, had he zoned out of things while in thought? Looking around his vision seemed blurry and things were darker the farther away from him he looked out into the void. Looking down he saw the clothing he was wearing. That’s when he knew he was in a dream probably since there was no godly reason to be in such a ridiculously antiquated outfit. In loose pants and a wrap covering part of his torso he felt the cool stone beneath his feet the soft pulse of air around him. He had learned of such customs from ancient times being the normal attire. Although it did seem functional he wondered why people dressed this way since other thought made it seem dysfunctional probably in some ways. He’d feel the sensation he was underground someplace but the environment seemed foreign yet familiar to the Arcadian as he looked around him.
”So which is it young one?” came a baritone voice. Endo realized a man on a simple chair for the first time was addressing him as if in mid conversation not four meters away. His head felt hazy to wrap it around the situation, was he talking with the man earlier? Were they having a conversation about something? He couldn't put his finger on it but it was there he couldn’t really understand the situation fully and looked to the man’s attire and demeanor for clues. Dressed in orange pants of similar fashion to what Endo himself wore the older man regarded him as he smoothed a vest of sorts adorned with intricate embroidered patterns as he regarded Endo his head cocked slightly to the side as he stroked a long white beard on a face aged, and dark in complexion.
”So which is it young one?” came a baritone voice. Endo realized a man on a simple chair for the first time was addressing him as if in mid conversation not four meters away. His head felt hazy to wrap it around the situation, was he talking with the man earlier? Were they having a conversation about something? He couldn't put his finger on it but it was there he couldn’t really understand the situation fully and looked to the man’s attire and demeanor for clues. Dressed in orange pants of similar fashion to what Endo himself wore the older man regarded him as he smoothed a vest of sorts adorned with intricate embroidered patterns as he regarded Endo his head cocked slightly to the side as he stroked a long white beard on a face aged, and dark in complexion.