#sia interaction

Follower jumped and his feather fluffed up as he quickly turned around to pull out his sword but he calmed down when he realized it was Sia.

-> Deep within the castle of Blackrock was a massive alchemy room. Cauldrons, potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients were neatly organized by organic, non-organic and whatever else an alchemist would have. -> A couple of demons could be seen moving about the space, chattering away and mixing potions together. The kingdom of Blackrock was known for its magic, it's ghouls and goblins. Magic, the advancement of magic was their goal. -> A couple cells could be seen within the space as well, each empty except for one.... One that held a familiar weredemon inside. -> His fur was fluffed up as much as it could, eyes wide and pupils slit so far that it looked like he didn't even have them, more so looked like pure black pools of fear. He was chained up, his wrists and ankles bound together and a metal muzzle over his face. These fucks even took off his clothing too, leaving him as a helpless shivering animal.

Although a flash of red could be seen it looked like…a tent? Something was cooking too…

It looked like a cow?

The Sianach was in Follower’s old camp. There was a pot over a fire while Sia was sitting on a tree branch up high. It seems like he’s cooking something?

“….both.”

‘something feels off…”

Sia seems to be anxious. His tail wags in worry