Trakis, smiling shakes his head in amusement as Atar looks to do yet again something foolish. He notices that no one is talking no sound.
Cayden...grant me your favor.
He starts backtrack towards the entrance...slowly at first.
The young man turns towards the entrance...and moves faster.
May your cup be ever over flowing Cayden.
Removing his black blade and preparing for the worst, Trakas tries to figure out where the dreadful quiet began.
Not a time to be unprepared...Eyes up and move.
The handsome man's head move from side to side and all around as he tries to keep calm.
Listen for your foot falls