Defend What's Mine

If Vendrick had asked, they probably would have said no. It's the reason he hadn't left with his father's scouting party, hell, the reason he hadn't even inquired about it. Ven would wait it out, see if there was anyone else going. While he wouldn't explore the strange happenings alone, he was more than curious about the strange skies and tremors in the night. Catching Dusk donning her armor, Vendrick is quick to leave on her heels. He wraps himself quickly in spares from the armory, the leather cuirass admittedly ill-fitting. Cinching it down as tight as it would go, he still feels out of place in it. Better safe than sorry.

The borrowed dagger feels strange in his grip as well, but Vendrick pushes the thoughts from his mind. Moving in stride with his sister, he keeps a steady eye on the yawning maw opening before them. There's a deep sense of foreboding in the air, the young man sticking close to his sister. Head on a swivel. Something is happening here, and he doesn't like it. Not at all.

A deep pit in his stomach forms as he tries to conceal the flinch that follows as Dusk swings on the spire. Trying to steady his breathing, trying to remind himself that they're here for data. His father's party wouldn't be far off, either, if things really hit the fan. Carefully, he moves to sniff at the blasted earth. It's musty, and it seemed that nothing grew here. "It doesn't smell... new. Doesn't look it either. But here we are." Vendrick speaks softly, tone hushed. It felt oddly necessary, even if they were in the midst of chaos. Studying the soil with great intent, but still holding tightly to his finesse weapon.

"Vendrick Carpathius"