Defend What's Mine

Solaire completes their little party, and Vendrick would be hard pressed to admit that he didn't feel at least a bit safer. The three move carefully through the strange environment in time, though he's careful not to stray. Jumpy. He's a bit jumpy, to be honest, but put on his bravest face for the occasion. Carefully moving around the spires, getting the best look he can at each detail. He'd draw them later, commit them to memory, and this is the first step.

The carvings are grotesque, like something out of the scariest books in their library. Deeply unsettling, especially as Vendrick looked closer. Leaning in, peering at them steadily. It's not until the infernal shrieking splits the eerie calm that he looks up, hackles rising under the ill fitting cuirass. Close behind Dusk, the boy gives a nod. "The carvings, they're like something out of a freaky book," a shiver coursing down his spine, taking a moment to sniff at the earth beneath their paws.

"Tracking sucks in here." A low grumble, though he pads after Dusk. His voice remained hushed, like he was afraid to make too much noise, or draw too much attention to them. Who knew what lurked beyond the shadows, within this strange, blasted land.

"Vendrick Carpathius"