Xenobiology
Your Local Fair Folk
Rythian scowled, keeping a good grip to his sword as he looked at the doorways. He couldn't take the time to check each one if the person (persons?) down here may go down to the store room. He'd have to take care of the situation first.
So he followed the voice, steps careful and gentle against the dirt. He didn't like this one bit.
So he followed the voice, steps careful and gentle against the dirt. He didn't like this one bit.