*silently enters this place, sensing the aura of darkness seeping from the walls. The tall , cloaked and deeply hooded figure turns his head from left to right, carefully scrutinising all that he sees, marking it in his memory. Proceeding in what seems to be the correct direction the figure walks quietly, his boots clinking softly with the sound of armour plating, one gauntleted hand gripping the hilt of his long, sheathed blade. He speaks to himself in a soft, sibilant voice*
Thisss placcce...isss verry interresssting....
*frowning a little as he looks about, he decides the best course of action would be to wait where he stands, until someone notices him and questions him, rather than exploring further, thereby raising great suspicion*
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