It had taken some time to find this place.

Since his oh-so-helpful little brother had left him with both zero instruction and no ideas of where he was supposed to be going - or even what this place was - it had taken Alistaire some time to figure it out. He'd run into a lovely young woman on the second floor of a building, and all it had taken was a few chosen words and a little subtle leaning and she had been delightfully helpful.

The Dark Cove was, as its name suggested, dark. Alistaire made his way slowly down the steps, one hand pressed against the wall to keep his balance. Squinting in the shadows, he reached the bottom without much effort, his footsteps echoing in the dim cavern. The walls glowed eerily around him, bright blue in places, slightly muted in others.

Not the walls, Alistaire mused, leaning closer. The tablets, or whatever they were, that was what was glowing. They were squarish, and like bricks they lined the walls of the cave, up and around and over, covering nearly the entire surface. There were a few gaps here and there, but for the most part, there were hundreds.

He wondered what they were. Stretching out a hand, he bent to touch one.

// No. //

Odd. He had thought that there was a voice, a soft whisper, but when he turned around, there was nobody there. His feet made a scuffling noises as Alistaire stepped backwards, frowning slightly; after a moment, deciding it was merely an echo of himself, he reached out again, this time to a different tablet.

// I just told you no. //

The voice was definite now. Alistaire twisted where he stood, looking left, right, up, down, anywhere, but again, there was no one but himself. Unless he was going crazy - which he knew he wasn't, he was too good for that - then the voice was coming from...the walls?

No, that wasn't quite right. Something caught his eye down at the bottom of the cove; a tablet, near the bottom, a few feet over. Alistaire knelt down, stretching out a hand, and this time he was able to touch it, his fingers brushing over the cool, hard surface. It was slightly rough, and as he pulled it free from the wall, it gave a low hum.

// Much better. //

Are you...inside of my head?

// I am. //

Who are you?

// Didn't they tell you? //

A small laugh.

They haven't told me much so far.

The tablet in his hand began to grow warmer, rather than cooler, and then emitted a soft greenish glow. Without warning, it disappeared, dissolving into nothingness, and Alistaire lifted one hand to cover his eyes, twisting his head away as the light grew brighter.

There was a clattering sound, harsh and hollow. A clink, and then something heavy and cold pressed into his fingers, dragging along the ground. Alistaire turned back to look and found a set of chains, a pair of black daggers on either side. He picked them up, pulling them towards him, and eyed them curiously, running his fingers along the edges.

So are you...

// The weapon? Yes. I'm in your head. //

A low growl of amusement, Alistaire's eyes flashing.

My weapon. How nice.

He dragged the chains again, and they didn't feel heavy anymore, but rather a comfortable, reassuring weight as he wound them around his fingers, pulling them tight. The daggers swung down, hitting the floor, and then he yanked them back up again, spinning in a circle.

Have a name, weapon?

This time the growl came from his head.

// Grimshaw. //