[The tunnels are twisting, turning, leading in a hundred different ways to barracks and training grounds, the stench of mould makes him think there must be a bath or pool somewhere too. It is unpleasant, enough to make him wish he had some way of covering his mouth and nose, but he has nothing like that. Just the blood-stained tunic and belt typical of the average Ephian male, the leather gauntlet at his wrists, a stolen sword in hand.
Eagle Vision has helped him explore the place systematically, although he's not been down there for very long.
Not long enough to see his own horrific vision, but from what he's seen above in the ruin of the arena he imagines nothing down here can be good. The sudden screaming proves it. It takes a few moments, thanks to the echoes, for him to understand where the sound originates but he heads that way at a run.
Which means he turns a corner and almost runs right into the blonde woman, her veil askew, her face full of horror.]
the quiet house: the hallways;
Eagle Vision has helped him explore the place systematically, although he's not been down there for very long.
Not long enough to see his own horrific vision, but from what he's seen above in the ruin of the arena he imagines nothing down here can be good. The sudden screaming proves it. It takes a few moments, thanks to the echoes, for him to understand where the sound originates but he heads that way at a run.
Which means he turns a corner and almost runs right into the blonde woman, her veil askew, her face full of horror.]
Are you okay?