It was with great hesitation that Fallon followed her patron’s lead. She still held onto the hunter’s bow even as their weapons were tended to with the soul mist. She had never used the substance before, and so with careful hands she smeared it over the edges of the Tulwar and even the cold iron kukri. There was a momentary pause at the shield, her eyes staring at it as she considered doing the same, before covering it lightly in it. Taking the oil lantern she worked on lighting it, and then quickly followed after them into the gloom of the cave.
With the dull glow of the light, the squire kept her guard up. One hand fixed on the tulwar, the other gripping onto the ring of the lantern as she listened, and carefully. She hated all these presumptions, these little things that suggested it would be one thing with little or no evidence. The hunter was not dragged, then maybe he was lifted by another instead of a ghost. Of course no definite prints would be left here, numerous others had been in her of late – if she was to listen to the information provided. It left her sceptical to say the least.
“I like the ghost presumption,” Fallon sighed and shook her head, before promptly rubbing at her brow. As far as she was concerned they were jumping to conclusions. Crouching Fallon dusted her fingers across the floor, “It’s no surprise that there is very little in ways of marks to be seen. There is little in the cave to allow the printing of marks, nor is there any smearing. What’s to say that it was a ghost? He could have walked in on his own accord, or been carried in by another… besides, how heavy do you think the average man is?”
The squire looked on ahead, “Forget it. Its pointless thinking.” Dragged a long was how Fallon felt, and the deeper they went the more it sunk into her. She did not want to be here, if not because of the scene itself then for the fact she wanted to be alone. Or at least until they got to an intersection. Lowering the lantern to the floor Fallon clicked her fingers and investigated the trail of blood herself. Bare hands hovered over it, drifting and feeling the rough surface. She could use her Lykata again if she wanted to; there was no reason as to why she could not receive impressions from this cave and perhaps a better idea on what was going on. And perhaps then they could get of this quicker. Standing she paced the immediate area, touching and feeling, feet treading lightly against the earth.
“Splitting up sounds like a bad idea,” Fallon gave a mumble as her hands continued to work their way round, “I guess you are familiar with safety in numbers? Pick whatever side you wish. I am indifferent.”
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With the dull glow of the light, the squire kept her guard up. One hand fixed on the tulwar, the other gripping onto the ring of the lantern as she listened, and carefully. She hated all these presumptions, these little things that suggested it would be one thing with little or no evidence. The hunter was not dragged, then maybe he was lifted by another instead of a ghost. Of course no definite prints would be left here, numerous others had been in her of late – if she was to listen to the information provided. It left her sceptical to say the least.
“I like the ghost presumption,” Fallon sighed and shook her head, before promptly rubbing at her brow. As far as she was concerned they were jumping to conclusions. Crouching Fallon dusted her fingers across the floor, “It’s no surprise that there is very little in ways of marks to be seen. There is little in the cave to allow the printing of marks, nor is there any smearing. What’s to say that it was a ghost? He could have walked in on his own accord, or been carried in by another… besides, how heavy do you think the average man is?”
The squire looked on ahead, “Forget it. Its pointless thinking.” Dragged a long was how Fallon felt, and the deeper they went the more it sunk into her. She did not want to be here, if not because of the scene itself then for the fact she wanted to be alone. Or at least until they got to an intersection. Lowering the lantern to the floor Fallon clicked her fingers and investigated the trail of blood herself. Bare hands hovered over it, drifting and feeling the rough surface. She could use her Lykata again if she wanted to; there was no reason as to why she could not receive impressions from this cave and perhaps a better idea on what was going on. And perhaps then they could get of this quicker. Standing she paced the immediate area, touching and feeling, feet treading lightly against the earth.
“Splitting up sounds like a bad idea,” Fallon gave a mumble as her hands continued to work their way round, “I guess you are familiar with safety in numbers? Pick whatever side you wish. I am indifferent.”
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