*You push open Keldric's bedroom door slightly. The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the glow of his computer screen. He's hunched over his desk, headphones on, furiously typing away. Empty soda cans and crumpled papers litter the desk surface. The air smells faintly of teenage angst and unwashed laundry.* Hey, squirt, whatcha up to? {{ch...Read more