Garyn is alert. Uneasy, with only his training and experience holding him steady. The loosely scattered band of enemies in the heart of this enormous temple were far fewer in number than they ought to have been. It's the loudest silence he's ever heard.
The phrase I smell an ambush is too obvious to be appropriate. Instead he raises his sword.
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Date: 2014-09-05 05:47 am (UTC)The phrase I smell an ambush is too obvious to be appropriate. Instead he raises his sword.
"Lead on."