11-28-2014, 04:18 PM
Aster's eyes glanced at the medallion as the male told the others of his "organization." Could his words be truly trusted? Those that were with him were seemingly eating them right up as if it was gold taken from the jewel cave hoarding wyrms themselves. Now there location was even more questioning. Why the Deadmarsh? That was not too much of a fond place for anyone, especially with the word "Dead" being a clear ringer to steer clear.
"Sounds too risky to let slide..." This time the blade of his knife had tapped several times in attune to the drums that were beside them. "I'm going to keep a close watch..." The black cloak came over his body like the shadows as he moved out quietly and swiftly, not even a small breeze escaping through the trail. He was outside in the tall trees above them of where he would take to the roofs and tail them from afar and above the moment they were ready.
"Sounds too risky to let slide..." This time the blade of his knife had tapped several times in attune to the drums that were beside them. "I'm going to keep a close watch..." The black cloak came over his body like the shadows as he moved out quietly and swiftly, not even a small breeze escaping through the trail. He was outside in the tall trees above them of where he would take to the roofs and tail them from afar and above the moment they were ready.